The Electric Church
Chapter One
NO ONE PAID FOR
GRIEVOUS INJURY
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"First, they remove the brain."
I wasn't really listening to Nad. I never listened to Nad, actually.
We were standing in a shadowy doorway on Bleecker - just a doorway,
a rectangle of ancient brick melting away to dusty rubble on either
side - watching the gray faces flow by, waiting for one in
particular so we could kill him. Well, so I could kill him. Nad
wasn't a Gunner. He wasn't even much of a criminal; he was possibly
the worst pickpocket that had ever lived, and over the years had
been pinched by the Pigs so often, with the mandatory accompanying
beatings, that he'd started to go a little crazy in his middle age.
He was all about conspiracy theories, always telling anyone who'd
listen about the sinister forces that ruled the world. For me, it
was a lot simpler: Hostile assholes with badges ruled the world,
case closed.
Nad was pretty much useless, but I felt sorry for him. I paid him a
pittance to work lookout for me on these shithole jobs I picked up,
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