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My brain was about as clear and organized as a plane crash. I'd gotten up this morning expecting to probably hang out with Karma, or train with James...Maybe even help Antwan in the garage. Watch my best friend die on national television? Never crossed my mind. Ever. Have you ever seen a wild animal that's been mauled and left for dead? It's conscious, and having the slowest, most painful death possible. There's no one there to put it out of it's misery, so all it can do is let out keening cries of agony that do no justice to the actual pain it's feeling. Yeah, that's the sound that he made. Then he coughed - more of a gurgle, and something splattered onto the floor. ~;~;~ ~;~;~ ~;~;~ ~;~;~ ~;~;~ ~;~;~ Four Of The Best Minds In The World Team Up To Become A Lethal Weapon: °Artemis Deveraux, The Theif. °Karma Carmina, The Assassin. °Antwan Johnson, The Mastermind. °James Stratton-Alexander, The Escape Artist. In The Game That They're Playing, Death Is A Common Factor. Drug Dealers, Traffickers, Informers And Spies Are Their Assocates. Stealing, Murder, And Grand Theft Auto Are Their Hobbies. In A Billion-Dollar House Tucked Away On Private Property, They're Never Seen, Never Heard, Always Deadly. What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
Chapter Two
