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Jossie grabbed Kaz' shoulders as they made their way through the formerly billionaire's mansion. He had a glass of what might be someone's hundred year old whiskey in his hand. This small outing was proving to be incredibly interesting, nobody seemed to utter too many questions about two strangers from out of town, and from this perspective the end of the world didn't look all that bad.
But watching formerly poor people eat the life style of the rich could get pretty old pretty fast. There were far too many places like these around the world, people who could accept that the world had ended either lend towards the: we should rebuild or we should fuck around. This was the latter crowd.
"I know I said we were here to relax and perhaps steal a few trinkets," he began, trying to sound diplomatic. "But I may have spotted a particular piece of art that supposedly got stolen two decades ago."















