of us need to keep a cool head. Can you loosen your bonds?” Grimaldi asked as Berkleigh began to struggle against her restraints. After what seemed like several minutes filled with grunting and cursing, the distraught young woman finally freed herself. She immediately stood up and grabbed the gun. 

“This is for The Professor, you sadistic bitch!” Berkleigh said before she emptied the gun into The Contessa. Her body convulsed as the bullets hit vital parts of her warped anatomy until finally she slumped over in her chair, the only sound in the room her blood dripping onto the dark oak floor. 

“The Professor’s dead I take it.”

“I’m not in a talking mood right now, Doyle.”

“Fai...

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