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[04 Aug 2011|08:18pm] |
He'd talked to the people he was supposed to register with. He gotten some rest, food, and permission to to go down in the infamous danger-room for a workout. Simplified setting, of course; he'd promised. Just cutting the hell out of practice dummies, essentially.
It was good to get his knives in his hands again. He just wished he was facing some gun-runner in Jalisco instead of a teaching-toy.
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[01 Aug 2011|02:02am] |
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Esteban was not taking a cab all the way there. These prices were insane, and he'd spent too much getting this far. And occasionally on junk food, which tasted different in America. From the train station, he took a bus to the closest stop and walked the rest of the way to the gates. He rang the bell and waited
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[22 Jul 2011|01:55am] |
All right. He'd made it New York. Gotten off the train. He wasn't going to head straight for the damn school, though. Esteban was still annoyed at his mother and uncles for sending him away. If things weren't safe, then the family -- the parts of the family worth having -- needed him there all the more. He could take correspondence courses or something. He certainly didn't need ability training -- he had it locked down just fine -- so what was the point of Xavier's except living cushily while they were in danger?
Well, Esteban was going to take advantage of being away from home before he started the cushy life. He was going to go to one of the clubs Uncle Julio had talked about. With a small C, not that Hellfire mess. Well, he assumed not, who knew what they owned?
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