Tony blinked, startled out of his reverie. He let the tubing drop as he stared at the half-hyena, half-woman thing standing in front of him. He blinked, trying to clear his head through the haze of drugs and dreams, trying to remember. He was something more then this. He ought to be anyway.
"...it's fuckin' Los Angeles," he retorted, "Why?"
She was a predator. Like him. She didn't have the rage though.
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"...it's fuckin' Los Angeles," he retorted, "Why?"
She was a predator. Like him. She didn't have the rage though.