Chapter Thirty
Rescue?
“...Use them for your own entertainment. Mark them well. I want to see good whip scars tomorrow when we tune them up.”
Twitch Orforres loved this sort of op. In fact, she thrived on it. She knew exactly what she was doing. Actually, she considered this project little more than an adjunct to previous engagements that she had carried out against people she felt were far more dangerous than the fat little watchmaker, Brillcart, with his minions of damaged soccer players and other bumbling slobs. Even so, Twitch was not inclined to take any of her adversaries for granted and she carefully planned this operation down to the smallest detail, in part based on intelligence gathered slowly and painfully from some of Brillcart’s crew in nearly the same arcane, but effective
