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A dreamland of concrete, schawarma stands, and random acts of violence.
Usually, at least. The common button men were shockingly scarce as of late.
But like any dry spell, this too would pass. Max sat on the sill of a low-story window, idly staring down at the asphalt, awaiting their next brush with death. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a stranger down below. He grinned and kicked his feet.
“Hey, Sam! There’re some tourists blockin’ my view of the gutter. Can I shoot ‘um?”