Vegas Caller

Immutable

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name

Vegas Caller

rarity

Ultra Rare

series

Seasonal

work id

10

description

Summer. I was in Vegas. The rain was coming down hard, cold, heavy. My hands drenched in blood. The gunshot victim was not coming back, but I had to keep the pressure on. The hot trail led me and Nevada's brightest to the grimiest mob corners I've ever had the displeasure of seeing. Where I had flashbacks of war, and the urge to kick the punk drug dealer a few blocks from the Mirage like I had an urge to drink myself to death. I gambled the nights away, rollling the casing in my hand, running through every name of the Family. I pictured a giant grandfather clock ticking, crunching for answers, every piece finely tuned, asking me, Who? Who? Who? Then at the hotel, I saw her through the window, the rain coming down on her little face. She ran into the lobby and was the picture of health, only it wouldn't last. My digging inevitably led to some dog knocking on my door, asking if I was the snoop. It was too bad they knocked on her door first. Lucky I had my reliable M&P. Three in the shoulder and one to the head. It paid back what they owed me, as I clutched her safely until the paramedics arrived.