They call it a Peacemaker. A single-action Colt, .44 caliber. But really the only peace it makes is if you shoot the person that's troubling you. Big fucking handgun. The guy who'd brought it in said he'd taken it from a dead man who'd been considering ticking at someone before he even realized he was knocked. I've never cared for the things ( Read more... )

He calls me White Rabbit. My handle he says. Rules of the rig and all. It feels like forever since I've been this warm. My head feels so full, like all my thoughts are trying to leave me at once. Like if I try to hold in just another simple fact another lesson in what I've become I might just throw myself out of the truck right now and let the ( Read more... )

I knew the moment I went flying through the air and felt that snapping slip of Death's tongue across my lips that this was going to be a fucking riot. There was nothing under me but the alleyway between the cafe rooftop and the museum's. Open air. I was fucking flying. The landing was just as fun. I love that space, that breath between the moment ( Read more... )

I enter the club down a dark corridor; the music getting louder as I approach the end; walk into a brightly lit space, which is dominated by a large, pink, music box about seven feet high and ten feet long in which a live ballerina is performing. I immediately warm to the space. This is going to be fun.

( The walls are closing in but that's ok because I've been waiting all week to feel this way and it feels so good, so good )

When I wake, it's dark. I can't remember much of what happened except that I have this metallic taste on my tongue. Metal... and as fucked up as it sounds, pine. It smells horrible wherever I am and I sit back, keeping still until my eyes adjust. It just isn't coming though so I sit up. My head hits something before I even get upright. I curse but ( Read more... )

I wasn't even supposed to do this job, but it came across one of the seventeen dropboxes I float and I couldn't pass up the challenge. Cincinnati, Ohio. Not been there before. I could do half the work already from my suite in London before I ship off back to the States. I'd have it done before I even got into the city to pick up payment in the ( Read more... )

It's been days since I got off the bus in Memphis. I've been wandering around town without reason or purpose. This is a dream. The buses go by in blurs of light and sound and I'm running low on what little cash I had to begin with. My space got stolen last night under the bridge. The guy said I could have it back but it'd be with him in it. Fuck ( Read more... )

My pager's sizzling on the dashboard. I'm rounding a corner so I can't get to it right away but as soon as I look at the number, I've got a good idea who just paged me. Drunk fucker... Probably stumbled into trouble. Alright, let's play this pony, sweetcheeks.

( Someone who knows how to ride without even fallin’ off )

I'd always wanted to try this place out. I'd heard it could be a fucking riot on a weeknight. The kind of place that draws a large crowd, a loud bass, and damn good drink. I'd only been in this city a little over a month so I needed to be finding myself some digs to relax in, or just fuck around in. Either way, I read the sign and it was all over. ( Read more... )

I'm jammin' out to the sound of the pod in my pocket, the slim phones pumping my mood sky-high like Jou's songs do. The day is going so well. Thursday's job is complete, all that remains is the drop off point and I get my k's wired. I've been eyeing this new set of speakers that amplifies like nobodies' business, attaches right to the motherfuckin ( Read more... )