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“Not bad, kid,” the would-be kingpin said. “That judo or something?” “Something like that.” “I could use a man of your skills, once my health club finishes”—he gave Demeter a sour glance—“reprioritizing.” “You couldn’t afford me,” I said. “I’m going to be able to afford a lot,” he said. “Name your price.” “One hundred and fifty-six gajillion dollars,” I said promptly.



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Location 1500:

At one time in my life, a shapeshifted, demonically possessed maniac crashing through a window and trying to rip my face off would have come as an enormous and nasty surprise. But that time was pretty much in the past.