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would remain in the possession of Build-more.
The guard had even gone so far as to try to strip the clothes off his back, but Sin decided that would be going Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
too far. After the paramedics carted the man off, Sin stormed into his father’s office and right past his secretary.
She never even made an attempt to stop me. She knew what was coming.
Inside, he found his father sitting down to drinks with two other men. The first was a tall, slender man who could have benefited from having his hawk-beak nose pared down to normal size and having the scraps used to give him a chin. Sin recognized him as a Build-more employee from the Operations division. A bean counter. His name is Dodd. Watson Dodd.
Darius and Dodd dwarfed the third man, yet the small man did not seem to take notice of their size differential.
When Sin entered the room, his hands tightened down into fists, then opened again slowly. He snapped his heels together, bowed his blond head and grinned wolfishly.
”Guten abend, HerrMacNeal.”
“Get bent, you fascist pygmy.” Sin waved Dodd and the smaller man away contemptuously. “You both just remembered an urgent meeting—Dodd, your wife’s delivering now and you, Heinrich, your Warriors just found another synagogue to vandalize.”
“Well, well, has the Prodigal Son returned?” Darius’ left hand pressed Dodd down into a chair. Heinrich sat back and sipped his drink. “You should not be ordering my guests about.”
“Guests? You do not want them here, Father.” Sin’s long strides ate up the distance between him and the bar.
”You and I are going to have it out, right here, right now.”
Darius smoothed his white hair into place at the back of his head, “It will have to wait. I need to brief Mr. Dodd on his duties as my new vice president in charge of security.”
“What!” Sin stared so hard at Dodd that the man’s chest should have caved in. “That’s my job.”
“That was your job, traitor.” Darius’ blue eyes burned with energy. “You were fired after your disgraceful conduct two weeks ago. Were it not for company policy offering two weeks’ severance to all employees, you’d have been gone that second. You dared presume to order me to cease my financial relationship with the Warriors of the Aryan World Alliance.”
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Heinrich looked shocked at that little revelation. “You wound me, Sinclair. I thought we were friends.”
“I’ll wound you worse, you snake. Next time you decide to assassinate someone, why don’t you pull the trigger yourself?” He looked at his father. “I just left the hospital where they’ve got Hal Garrett. He’ll recover, but one of the bullets impinged on some nerve. Partial paralysis of his left leg. That’s what the money you gave WAWA got you.”
Sin glared at Dodd. “When your child’s born, be sure to tell him Daddy hires men to gimp good citizens for a living.
Make your kid proud.”
His father shook his head. “Wait, you must forgive my son. He was too indulged as a child.”
“Oh, you’re claiming me, now? That’s more than you did when I grew up or the last time you fired me.” Sin hit a hidden release on the bar, letting a panel swing out. He took a cut crystal glass from there and filled it with ice.
”Your guests don’t rate the good crystal, Dad?”
Darius smoldered. “Your mother warped you.”
Sin laughed and filled his glass with Jameson’s Irish Whisky. “Ah, blame it on Mother again because she named me.” He looked at the other two men. “You’ve met my brothers Harpo, Hypo and Dumbo, haven’t you?”
“Alexander, Xerxes and Tiberius. Don’t you dare dis-parage them because they are better sons than you could ever be.”
“Invertebrate zombies that worship the cornucopia that walks like a man.” Sin took a slug of the whisky and let it burn
The guard had even gone so far as to try to strip the clothes off his back, but Sin decided that would be going Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
too far. After the paramedics carted the man off, Sin stormed into his father’s office and right past his secretary.
She never even made an attempt to stop me. She knew what was coming.
Inside, he found his father sitting down to drinks with two other men. The first was a tall, slender man who could have benefited from having his hawk-beak nose pared down to normal size and having the scraps used to give him a chin. Sin recognized him as a Build-more employee from the Operations division. A bean counter. His name is Dodd. Watson Dodd.
Darius and Dodd dwarfed the third man, yet the small man did not seem to take notice of their size differential.
When Sin entered the room, his hands tightened down into fists, then opened again slowly. He snapped his heels together, bowed his blond head and grinned wolfishly.
”Guten abend, HerrMacNeal.”
“Get bent, you fascist pygmy.” Sin waved Dodd and the smaller man away contemptuously. “You both just remembered an urgent meeting—Dodd, your wife’s delivering now and you, Heinrich, your Warriors just found another synagogue to vandalize.”
“Well, well, has the Prodigal Son returned?” Darius’ left hand pressed Dodd down into a chair. Heinrich sat back and sipped his drink. “You should not be ordering my guests about.”
“Guests? You do not want them here, Father.” Sin’s long strides ate up the distance between him and the bar.
”You and I are going to have it out, right here, right now.”
Darius smoothed his white hair into place at the back of his head, “It will have to wait. I need to brief Mr. Dodd on his duties as my new vice president in charge of security.”
“What!” Sin stared so hard at Dodd that the man’s chest should have caved in. “That’s my job.”
“That was your job, traitor.” Darius’ blue eyes burned with energy. “You were fired after your disgraceful conduct two weeks ago. Were it not for company policy offering two weeks’ severance to all employees, you’d have been gone that second. You dared presume to order me to cease my financial relationship with the Warriors of the Aryan World Alliance.”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Heinrich looked shocked at that little revelation. “You wound me, Sinclair. I thought we were friends.”
“I’ll wound you worse, you snake. Next time you decide to assassinate someone, why don’t you pull the trigger yourself?” He looked at his father. “I just left the hospital where they’ve got Hal Garrett. He’ll recover, but one of the bullets impinged on some nerve. Partial paralysis of his left leg. That’s what the money you gave WAWA got you.”
Sin glared at Dodd. “When your child’s born, be sure to tell him Daddy hires men to gimp good citizens for a living.
Make your kid proud.”
His father shook his head. “Wait, you must forgive my son. He was too indulged as a child.”
“Oh, you’re claiming me, now? That’s more than you did when I grew up or the last time you fired me.” Sin hit a hidden release on the bar, letting a panel swing out. He took a cut crystal glass from there and filled it with ice.
”Your guests don’t rate the good crystal, Dad?”
Darius smoldered. “Your mother warped you.”
Sin laughed and filled his glass with Jameson’s Irish Whisky. “Ah, blame it on Mother again because she named me.” He looked at the other two men. “You’ve met my brothers Harpo, Hypo and Dumbo, haven’t you?”
“Alexander, Xerxes and Tiberius. Don’t you dare dis-parage them because they are better sons than you could ever be.”
“Invertebrate zombies that worship the cornucopia that walks like a man.” Sin took a slug of the whisky and let it burn
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