Little Fury
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On a beach in Cabo, a cellphone rings. A man in a cabana sets down his mai tai and answers.
"Hello? Goddammit Peter! I told you three times already: I don't work for the Islanders anymore! You want to make a trade, you have to call Lou."
In a dark cave in the depths of the Prudential Centre, Lou Lamirello's eyes suddenly snap open. A rictus of a grin spreads across his face as his jaw unhinges to swallow a rat. "This is but an appetizer," the creature thinks. "soon I dine on an altogether fatter, slower beast."
"Hello? Goddammit Peter! I told you three times already: I don't work for the Islanders anymore! You want to make a trade, you have to call Lou."
In a dark cave in the depths of the Prudential Centre, Lou Lamirello's eyes suddenly snap open. A rictus of a grin spreads across his face as his jaw unhinges to swallow a rat. "This is but an appetizer," the creature thinks. "soon I dine on an altogether fatter, slower beast."