Max awoke before the dawn, his body soaked in a cold sweat. He sat up on
the mattress, his body tingling as if millions of flies were crawling
on him. He stretched, working muscles that had been docile since he
hit the pillow.
Max reached for his clothes, a pair of jeans torn
at the knees and a black t-shirt with an I Want to be an X-Man logo. He began to dress, his mind wandering, thinking
of Maggie. Wondering where she was at this particular moment.
He
dressed like a solider preparing for war; he tied up his combat
boots, tucking a knife in the secured slot. He heard movement just
outside his window, reached for Pain & Joy and went to check. He saw a black sedan parked across the street; looked like it was
time to punch in.
"Come on girls," Max said to the two pistols. "We got work to do."
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