Stories tagged “scab”
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International Assassins Union: Tuesday's Afternoon
Tuesday casually followed her mark, careful not to be careless. She could see the woman, tripping down the aisles in her $200 pair of flip flops, a total industry no-no. Next, she brazenly stood behind her at the Starbucks kiosk, and then she saw it; T...
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International Assassins Union: Miss Priss Picks at Her Scab
“Shut it down, Scab.” Priss whispered into the driver’s ear. She held the knife to her follower’s throat as she hurdled the seat in her bare feet and planted the second knife into her side. “Nice blouse. You’re fresh...
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International Assassins Union: Pressed Butterflys
“What do you mean” I asked. “I was planning on leaving a raw tattoo on your face, but I see butterfly girl running towards us, they must be parked next to you. She doesn’t need to see this. I’m going, so if you’ll ex...