“The tyrant broke into a wicked laugh when he heard the final steps of his employee’s plan. It was insane, sure, but that was Wulf’s preferred style of genius. In the end, he agreed. None of this would be easy; it never was. Wulf’s patronage was for Dwight’s efficiency, not subtlety. He assured Dwight that it would be taken care of, and collateral damage would be kept to a minimum. They settled on tomorrow night as the appointed time of Killstreak’s death. In the meantime, Dwight was free to... scout the area and take care of any last-minute preparations. He settled on an early dinner with Ian instead. Waiting for Ian’s arrival gave him a chance to sit and enjoy the view from the Welcome’s window. All around him, there were normal people – professionals, tourists, families out for the afternoon – living their mundane lives. Dwight envied them. He wanted to feel safe with the illusion the Capes would protect him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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