No Alarms and No Surprises

"Maybe it's her way of telling you to be careful."

For once Dook had nothing to say. He put it back on, declining to remove the metal fragment. It looked like a tiny satellite dish to Mickey and he smiled.

"Was it one of them suicide fuckers?" Dook had his voice back.

"Does it matter?"

People were shouting at each other over the radio.

Mickey turned back to look at what was left of the bridge. Dook started growling like a wolf and popping off shots at apparently random targets. "What the fuck are you doing?"





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