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    “Now that’s just harassment.”
    “Sue the city.”
    “One more question,” Mafia 3 said.
    “What?”
    “How do you plan to leave here alive?”
    Mafia 3 raised one arm, an exoframe chamber rose a small arms missile that aimed itself, blasted the Blue Boss through the front wall.
    The Blue Boss raised an arm, fired a missile that leveled Dom’s and fireballed the adjoining storefronts. Two stories landed on him. Mafia 3 was on his back looking like a blasted flaming Buzz Lightyear, parts of him littering the wreckage.
    Blasted, shattered, without long to live, the Blue Boss exo-formed into a wrecked blue Mustang that surfaced through the flaming wreckage. Rumbling heavily, the Mustang trailed smoke past ten arriving vans bringing 42 BPD assault rifle-armed officers in flak jackets. The Blue Boss’ super power was mind control over the policemen of Brutalia. They obeyed him as they would the God of Police.
    The Mustang rumbled and smoked its way downtown to the KM Building, into the secret entrance of the secret underground garage where in a heap of metal the Blue Boss died.
    The Carousel checked the Blue Boss rack, saw it dark until the third Tuesday of the following month.

9
    C hase looked at his situation. He had been kidnapped by an agent of the OSD. It looked like a spare guest room. It had a bed and a window that seemed to hang over the city. The walk-in closet was empty. The central a/c made it feel like a meat locker. He would be passive and wait for whatever happened. But the world wouldn’t let him. The world wouldn’t leave him alone. It wanted to kill him. It wanted to kill everything. It wouldn’t let him be nice anymore.
    She had taken his backpack and cell phone, taken his iPod, put them on the wet bar in the den. There was the landing pad, the outdoor deck, the sliding doors that led to the den, then a living room, then a hallway where the bedrooms were. If he could get out of the locked bedroom, he could run through the hallway, through the living room, grab his iPod off the wet bar and then run through the doors to the deck. That was how he could escape.
    Unless the blue dragon stopped him. The blue dragon would destroy him. Even if it was only a hypnotic mirage.
    If he told her he had to use the bathroom, she would let him out. Then she’d wait outside the door until he finished to take him back to the room. He’d need to use something inside the bathroom to get past her.
    Chase knocked.
    It was two minutes of knocking until she opened the door.
    “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said.
    She gave him a long silent stare, not angry, just blank-faced.
    “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.”
    She took his hand and took him down the hallway. The door was open. She turned on the light.
    “Do what you gotta do,” she said.
    Chase held onto her hand. She looked surprised.
    “I think you’re beautiful,” he had to say to her before he let go her hand.
    Now she looked more surprised. She gave his shoulder a little squeeze.
    “How old are you?” she asked.
    “Fifteen.”
    “That’s about right.”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “If this is your both first and your last jerkoff, make it a good one.”
    She went outside, closed the door.
    Chase ran water. He needed a moment to get the right music in his head. The music had to give him strong lift right away and get him out of range in seconds.
    Chase took the towel, it was damp, spread it in front of him. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer. He couldn’t do it. He’d never pull it off. He wasn’t fast enough. He couldn’t do it. But he had to try.
    He opened the door. She was standing at the wall next to the door. She wasn’t watching the door. With the opening of the door, her attention turned toward the bathroom, her look turning toward him…seeing him…seeing the towel he held between his hands, his arms stretching it out between them…
    He hurled the towel up and over her head, bolted the other way. The