Really?
yes.stop asking me(go to 24)
So, that’s it then.Time to say goodbye to Chance and everyone in it.
I don’t like giving up, but I’ve made up my mind, and, hey, everything’s already packed up.
Chance was originally a dream, an urban fairy tale of steel and glass, but I guess it’ll have to remain a fantasy.
THE END
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start over
In a bit of a rush, huh?Don’t worry; I’ve got your back!
It seems Mia has finally gotten through to Sterling, and he fills her in on the investigation.He suspects Montgomery Cox—tech CEO and public “nice guy”—has hidden millions of secret campaign donations through a series of shell companies.
The problem?
Sterling has evidence that money was used to attempt election fraud.While they continue to comb through the accounts, matching numbers and names, Mia has a light-bulb moment that gives them a strong lead.
She also meets Lucky, her very sexy British neighbor.He asks her out, and while she doesn’t say yes, she certainly doesn’t say no.
Now you’re all caught up!
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Are you ready to go now?
yes!take me to the bank(go to 33)
go back(go to 10)
“Keep your guard up.”
Sterling comes at me directly, a blur of silver and blue that I meet with equal verve.The sharp clang of steel rings out across the empty courtyard as our swords clash.
“I am.”
With the bright glimmer of amusement in his eyes, he pushes against my blade, making me stumble backward.“You’re not.”
There’s no use wiping the dirt from my cheek; I’m already covered in it.Instead, I ready myself for another round.
Satisfied, Sterling starts to circle, slick as a predator.
He strikes from the left, simple and swift.I see the attack coming early and counter, pushing in with my own attack.Perspiration collects at my brow.He’s usually faster than this.
I bring the blade down hard, aiming for his shoulder.
Sterling deflects without blinking.
Dust kicks up at our feet.It stains our armor in ochre, painting the tips of my fingers, the curve of his jaw.
There’s no doubt Sterling is adept with steel.He is a master of it, as you would expect of my personal guard, but it is not his sole weapon.
Words are.
