Max walked up to the wall and looked around and then he took out a
spray can and began to work. His movements controlled and precise
and the masterpiece began to reveal itself.
"You just about finished
there, Picasso?" Frank asked him through the headset. "I just had a
patrol pass through here, they should be in your vicinity in about a
minute."
"Just about, Rembrandt," Max replied; he was putting on the finishing touches.
Max
stepped back to admire his handiwork and smiled. It wasn't everyday
that he fought battles without weapons and only words. Hopefully, this
one would start a revolution.
Boogie.
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