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d grin and pulled Susan closer, reveling in
the sweet fragrance of Takako's hair. He was happy. Back home in White Plains, the
most he'd had to look forward to was an increasingly serious involvement with
low-level Mafia types, stealing Porches and setting warehouse fires for a cut
of the insurance money, relying on his green blood to keep him just out of
harm's way, thinking he was going crazy as the power grew stronger.
Now, here in Houston (and every place the Global Research Foundation
discreetly stamped its silver rings on a field of black), he was respected
and appreciated for what he was. True, he had to fly all over the country
"clearing" those poor random Flat bastards who woke up one morning with a
little extra brain tissue they didn't have the night before, but he was
directly saving others' lives by doing so. Besides, Goblin and Zulu were
there to help him, and, to be honest, even the demons were better than
feeling as alone as he did before he joined the Founda
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