[ self-drag indeed, but it took two to tango, or indeed to arrive at the excellent idea of climbing down the ferris wheel like an oversized jungle gym instead of just calling for help like normal people. one person to suggest it, the other to agree.

heine sighs. ] He had some kompromat on one of the mob bosses in our city. Pictures of him in panties getting whipped by a callboy, if I remember right. But he wasn't sneaky about getting his hands on it. The Bourdone family ended up chasing him straight through town.

[ it's almost funny to think about now. this feels like a hundred years ago, a different lifetime. in some ways heine supposes it was.

he stretches his legs out in front of him and looks down at his boots. ] Badou's the recon and I'm the muscle on our normal jobs, so he called me to come save his ass and I think I told him I was busy washing my hair. [ as if to drive the point home, heine reaches up to twirl a lock of it around his finger. see? squeaky clean. ] Next time he saw me he kicked my ass to next Sunday.