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I knew I couldn’t stay on the Moon. Minnie the Mouth had seen to that. I thought about paying her a visit to express my gratitude, but that required a luxury of time I didn’t have.
The ruckus at Brackin’s clinic would pull in the marshals soon enough, loath as they were to dirty their boots on Darkside’s darker side. But SynCorp clamped down tight when murder happened. It was probably already the talk of the Basement, with video of a dead man in monk’s robes going viral. It wouldn’t be long before chatter started on the Undernet too. Just how big this could blow up was just starting to occur to me. I allow myself some leeway with that, since my brain is committing brainicide and all.
I decided to double back and hang in the shadows to take stock. I made a wide circle along the corrid
