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.PP .ps 10 Nah. He shut down the business and liquidated its assets. On to the next gig. Which was... what? The ship stood by him, always. They would find something meaningful to do with their time. .PP .ps 10 Not calling T. .PP .ps 10 Each befouled arena narrowed the field of possibilities. Some locales he wouldn't touch as a matter of pride, which was nonsensical. What was he doing to himself? This he couldn't sustain. His reputation would be ruined, and he'd have to start over from scratch. Again. .PP .ps 10 He set these thoughts aside and moved on to the next item, which he highlighted presently. A couple of stops in the midwest, and then back to New York. Not for himself, but for the job. he made another promise to himself to concentrate on the task at hand, to try and pull himself together. If for no other reason than the fact that he was tired of saying the words, "never again." .PP .ps 10 The midwestern locations in his file were nondescript, rural. The targets never even became aware that they were being stalked. .PP .ps 10 New York would be trickier. T always expected him, even when there was no real reason to expect him. They were brothers, and, besides, the Chrysler Building was keyed to his biometric signature. Upon entry, ambient lighting and temperature would adjust themselves to his preferences, alerting onlookers who knew what to look for to his presence. .PP .ps 10 And then there was T himself. Killing his twin brother would be complicated by the (slightly) younger man's physical invulnerability, class 100 superhuman strength, powers of flight, ingenuity, and sheer dumb luck. He would have to be exceedingly careful. .PP .ps 10 This job couldn't have come at a better time.