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PURPLE BISON: 8
Can a person live on Anger alone?
Hours of examination. A clean bill of health.
A fucking lecture as to the Do’s and Don’ts of Hunting.
The whole time, Ezzy could only think about two things: Capricorn, and how much she wanted to go back to Seven, just for a chance to break some of his bones, and the Syvelton bastard who got away. She wondered how many of them ended up on the Butcher’s Bill.
She also wondered how hard it would be to kill them.
She hadn’t necessarily had freedom when she worked for Cap, but she did feel like it. Life was simple. The jobs she performed she did easily, payroll thefts, and burglaries. She wanted to contact him, wanted to ask him why he’d done this to her, sent her to become a fucking murderer for the State.
She wanted to know what she was going to do for her first Hunt, seeing as she hadn’t killed anyone in her life.
It was the end of the day. Fivespot took her to the Crescent, freshly armed with her blue and red Com-Strikers. He showed her how to use them, the blue for general purposes and the red for Hunting Only. How it all fucking bored her.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he had said. “Bureaucracy’s not your thing. There’s a reason you chose a life of crime. You didn’t want to work in a fucking office…
