“What's it going to be then, eh?”
“What is there, a broken record beneath all that armor?” Max snapped.
“See there, we've got something in common. Most kids these days don't know what a broken record is.”
Max flushed at the annoying sound of the figure's electronically-distorted voice. He stared into the dark corner, trying to discern the features of the black mask. It was shapeless, tapered so as to give it no characteristics whatsoever. The poor light reflected off it so that its angles seemed indistinguishable. It looked like a hideous modern art masterpiece.
“You know, I'm having second thoughts about this. My friend Tammy is lying in a box six feet under because of you.”
“Our friend Tammy nearly helped me break the Russian Mob. You can help me smash the pieces that are left. You
