Fresh Bruises.
Late night gridlock took a while to dissipate. Not that he gave a fuck. Remnants of rush hour traffic from 23:00 until 01:00 hours rolled noisily over the recently repaired Talon’s Reach, ignorant of Jack’s suffering. His Ducati stood nearby on its parking tripod, twenty yards back, on the eastern sidewalk. Colonel Cole had relinquished […]