He moved to pass Senjuro but was halted by a heavy hand to the chest. Senjuro leaned forward on his stool and sneered. “No one said you’re going up there.”

Duck brushed the hand away, a current of annoyance beginning to stir in his gut. “Get your hands off me, Saga. I’ll bash the fuck out of you where you sit!”

“You better watch yourself, snitch.”

“Always do.”

His transition from yakuza to professional informant had placed his existence in a state of constant threat, a condition his SDC-appointed psychologist all but promised would lead to an eventual mental breakdown. This was because the information he had access to made him a threat to both the underworld and the State Defense Consortium. Ho...

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