Gun for Hire
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In the not-too-distant future, governments all over the world break down, leaving society uprooted, the prey of war lords, gangsters, bullies, and bosses.
But Chester Horowitz--Witz to his friends--doesn't care about all that. He got an early start at eliminating people and he's supposed to be one of the best, but he's getting tired of looking over his shoulder. There's a real nice beach down south and one of these days he'll score big enough to go there. For good.
When the shit hits the fan he takes a job out of pure desperation. His sister's in a coma (beaten up by a couple of goons trying to get at him), he owes serious money to one ruthless boss, and he's dodging another one. This job would fix everything for him and his family--everything that matters.
Until Witz sees who the target is. They used to say you never forget your first love. Well, if your first love is the heir of the biggest gang in the darkcity, that goes double. If your first love also happens to be the guy your sadistic prick of a father just manipulated you into agreeing to kill, it's triple.
Why the hell couldn't this one job have been simple?
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Kris Ripper lives in the great state of California and zir pronouns are ze/zir. Kris shares a converted garage with a kid, can do two pull-ups in a row, and can write backwards. (No, really.) Ze has been writing fiction since ze learned how to write, and boring zir stuffed animals with stories long before that.
