It is a curious place, and one that I
would not soon forget. No sooner had I given Desdemonda the brush off than
her bother Rafmanjani came plunging towards me with a roll of quarters in
his hand. In Baghdad, that's serious money, so I took my teeth out before
his first punch ever reached me. I hate Iraq. God help me, but it's true.
I shook so hard at Rafmanjani's approach that
thick black lines flew off my body, littering the street beneath my feet. At
least that much was normal. I picked one up and slid it into the vulgarian's
body, opening him up like an onion bagel.
There would be all hell to pay.
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