. I don't understand..." he said in barely a whisper. The sound ofheavy iron footsteps catching his attention, he looked up to face themetal tyrant."H...w pathetic," the Machine King said, before slamming his foot intoGenos's stomach. The cyborg let out a choked gasp as he stagger back,clutching his abdomen, while the robot raised up his sword.Genos looked up, seeing the blade glowing as his opponent prepared tobring the blade down on him. His hand was trembling. He couldn't diehere. Not now. Not. Busted. I am, after all, a professional detective. Licensed. Plus, his fucking mother.“Me and Pilar...” caught himself, “Pilar and I were offered a summer job.”Pilar nodded, “Pays good.”Walker, “Educational too. Learning experience.”“Oh?”Pilar said, “We’d be like urban ... what did he call it?”“Urban anthropologists.”“He who?”Both kids glanced away, just for a nanosecond, but I caught it. Walker looked me in the eye, “Tony Gonzales.”Ah, Handsome Tony.Pilar said, “We’d be his eyes and ears.. Shes one of those girls who will tell you thats she's "a dude with boobs". She's a complete tomboy through and through and as a friend, I wouldn't have it any other way. Another thing was that patch's right eye was gone. When she was in the womb, it had never developed. I had always been attracted to "broken people", but patch never viewed it as broken. I love that about her. When I thought about asking her out on a date, I had learned something that sorta knocked the wind out of my gut.Patch. And what really got to me were those amazing breasts that she could only hide by draping the border of her sari across them. I have seen her with that border tipping away from her shoulders. I am amazed that my heart has survived all those mild heart attacks whenever I have seen those blouse-encased breasts, straining out of the flimsy material. Even in the most orthodox-looking saris, she almost always wore low-neck blouses that revealed lots of cleavage whenever, by chance, the border of the.