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It was just before 5 a.m. The apartment Demetrius borrowed from its owners had a view of the Brooklyn Bridge if you didn’t mind the house plants and tattered shades. Real estate was so expensive here.
“Will you kill him?” The hologram of his wife projected from a chip in his brain haunted him like Jiminy Cricket.
“If you must know, the reward is dead or alive with a bonus if he’s still breathing.”
“What about the family who lives here?”
“Once he gets home, they’ll be set free, okay?” She was just as annoying dead as she was alive.









