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LA Strike
David Robbins
v0.50 27/10/03 Blade #8ish

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PROLOGUE

Damn it all!

Not now!

The shakes bit her when she was only three steps from her goal, a really bad case, and her entire body
began to quiver. The need was so overwhelming that she almost cried out. If she did, she was dead. So
she bit down on her lower lip, her teeth drawing blood, and clasped her arms tight about her middle. You
can do it! she told herself, and leaned against the brick wall for support.

Just hang in there.

The sounds of traffic wafted up to her on the sluggish, grimy air. She inadvertently glanced down at the
ground 15 stories below and almost lost her balance. Dizzy, she closed her green eyes and waited
patiently for the shakes to subside.

Somewhere in the distance a siren wailed.

Gradually the trembling subsided arid the gnawing hunger abated, but she knew it was only a matter of
time before the aced struck her again. Move, bitch! she goaded herself, and hurried to the platform at the
top of the fire escape, a four-foot-wide strip of metal that swayed when she stepped upon it. DonтАЩt let
me fall! She mentally pleaded. Not when she was so close.

The sooty gray door stood before her.

Her nervousness mourning, she gripped the doorknob and licked her dry lips. Please let it be open! She
twisted, and to her delight the knob turned and the door creaked open an inch. Cautious now, she
peeked inside at the plush corridor with its thick red carpet, ornate overhead lights, and paintings
adorning the green walls.

One thing was fort sure.

The bastard knew how to live in style.

She listened for sounds, dreading that he might be in his condo and not at his club, but the floor was