It always ends badly.” It was true, we all needed free-lancers on occasion, and sometimes a battle depends on who shoots first. Other times not shoo...ing is the better idea.“My guys can protect me ... wait, you said $100K for this hit, after you said a half million dollars. What the...” His confusion was understandable.“Your guys cannot protect you, they just buy you a chance to see your friends die. Darnel paid roughly $400K to hit me because he thinks I am a harder target with a badge. He is. Pihanga was turning her gun over in her hands with a puzzled expression on her face."One shot is normally enough to kill a level one k'winny," she said, looking at her gun suspiciously."He doeth theem rather hardy for a k'winny, mithtreth," Schreck said. "Are you thure--" He's an uber k'winny!" the angel said. She bounced with excitement like a tween standing in line for a Justin Bieber signing. "I told you they had a sixth rank."Schreck looked up at the numbers floating away into the darkness. "He said, "Keith, and do more than try, just do it." I tried to do whathe asked but I guess I wasn't doing it right because he looked like hewas not happy.Just then Sylvia said, "Mr. Edwards, just ask her to sing." He lookedat Sylvia like she was crazy but then Auntie Helen and Auntie Harrietagreed with her and Sylvia went on to say "Angel, goes into a specialplace when she sings and I think that is the look you are wanting."Keith looked at me and said, "Sing for us, Princess, and go to. In the middle lay a piece of cut sod upon which rested a honeycomb with the grass arranged around it. An Egyptian slave passed bread around from a silver oven and in a most discordant voice twisted out a song in the manner of the mime in the musical farce called Laserpitium. Seeing that we were rather depressed at the prospect of busying ourselves with such vile fare, Trimalchio urged us to fall to: “Let us fall to, gentlemen, I beg of you, this is only the sauce!”CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SIXTH.While.