Chapter Fifteen
The black Suburban rounded a corner and came into view. The guard was out cold at my feet, on the floor of the guard shack, wearing only plaid boxers and the ugliest pair of hand-knitted socks I had ever seen. I tugged at the shirt of his uniform, which I was now wearing.
I would have been happier with d**k playing the guard. My Fate thread was invisible, and that would look suspicious if any Guild Fate-benders were looking. Unfortunately, d**k was such a big lug that he couldn’t fit the uniform, so the job fell to me. Luckily, Winston was not a Fate-bender, and anyway he should be feeling pretty confident right now, with the key to the Piero Gates in his pocket, driving up to the gate of his personal fortress.
As the Suburban approached the gate, the decal pasted in the
