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an excerpt

It was raining on Broadway in Center city.Hort loked upat the sky and opened his mouth wide, collecting as much rainwater as he could.He found this a difficult task indeed, since he was holding an umbrella over him, to protect his suit from damage. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have a hundred exactly like it, but he respected clothes. He loved clothes. He would not let this suit and tie piece, costing him more than a thousand dollars, go to waste.

But, of course, he was thirsty. He was always thirsty. His voice was scratchy and harsh and never above a whisper.

Ado, on the other hand, looked down, observingthe way the water fell in pools, collecting information, calculating gravety and innertia and weight. He smiled, having correctly guessed the exact spot where one drop had landed.
Ado would see the wrodl in his way, collecting information and filing it in his mind for later reference. He was a genius. He was byond a genious. He was a mastermind. His world was a world of numbers and calculations and certainties. After an hour, it was said, of planning, he could know exactly what would happen in the course of battle with 100% certianty.

He did not care so much for his wardrobe, but endevored to keep out of the rain in any case.

“where is that green haired woman?” asked Hort, his voice unchanged by the rain.

“In four minuets she will return via forrester ally holding a pinkish-brown bag of pig-flesh. She will have a few drops of blood on her face from her encounter with the butcher. She will not tell us where his body is. You will ask after the green man, and she will be as vauge as ever. I will persist and she will be just as unmoveable. Then, Lekkitt will arrive by taxi. He will refuse to tip the cab driver and the driver, in turn, will make a very rude jesture to him before driving off, where he will inadvertantly run over a cat. Morrigan will say “So we’re all here then?” as a statement rather than a question, and you will tell her to cut to the chase. You will, in your own mind, curse her for trying to take over this whole oporation by herself. I will, in my own mind, be making calculations on how to deal with her should she become a threat to our intentions. He will each provide her with the fruits of our search, myself a newspaper article, you the penknife, Morrigan her bag of meat and lekkit the heart of a pidgeon. Of all of these only my newspaper article and the pigeon heart bear fruit.”

Hort scowled. “Are you saying there’s something wrong mith my Pen-knife?”

“I’m saying you bought it from a small booth in yorttle street because you had not found any artifacts which may point to the girl. This I have calculated with complete certainty.”

“Hah. You’re just saying that because all you found was a lousey newespaper. You can’t kill a woman with a newspaper. You can’t even take life by it.”

Ado looked skywards, noting the way the wind was blowing and at what speed. “No, Hort. I do believe you are wrong there. Words are powerful. These words will be what kill her. I know this for a fact.”

They continued in silence for a while, untill morrigan arrived, via a small narrow passage called Forrester ally, holding a pinkish-brown bag filled with what looked like meat. A few red speckles of blood were drying on her face.