three | line drive monster [unfiltered]

[strike_you_out]

[The phone is picked up, a call is placed. The voice on the line is, at first, dangerously calm—]

To the one who stole what's mine...

[—only to become a sharply hissed whisper]

I will find you.

[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]

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[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Excellent. That's enough of that sort of talk, then.

[She steps into the kitchen.]

Your drone self is a minor maths genius, by the way. We'll have to see if you can't make some improvements there.