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“Fuck. You sure we’re related. That’s some science shit I would never be able to do.”

He chuckles. “I’m the anomaly, remember? No one can explain me.”

“You’re right about that.” The moment of humor fades. “Where can we find him?”

His gaze darts to the warehouse to our left, “he’s by himself in there waiting for some money for a drop. The guy he’s meeting will be here in five minutes. I couldn’t hear the conversation he had with Peter, but I found out this part. Now we can get some answers.”

Indeed. “Well done, brother.”

He motions his head for me to follow, and I do.

We walk around the archway where it’s pitch black, and there we find the fucker.

Five minutes pass, and a bulky-looking guy meets with him and hands over an envelope I’m assuming has the money in it.

When the bulky guy goes, and Lim walks away, we move in.

It takes him two seconds to realize he’s being followed, and the motherfucker breaks into a run.

We give him the chase of his life and probably mine too.

Most Triad guys I know are swift fuckers who can fight old-school Kung Fu that can take you down with one hit.

I’m from the streets of Chicago, so I can’t do that shit. I fight dirty enough, though, and when I chase someone, I always get them.

So when he climbs up the side of the warehouse and ends up on the roof, I’m right behind his ass.

When he goes to jump across to the next building, I grab him and haul him to the ground.

The fucker goes down and stops fighting me when Christian pulls out his gun and holds it at Lim’s head.

This won’t be some lie and torture session, though. He’s going to give me the information I need on the first try.

“What the fuck do you want?” he blurts.

“Information.” I grab his neck and walk him over to the dangerous side of the rooftop.

“I don’t know anything.”

Fool.“Fucking bastard. I haven’t even asked the question yet.”

“I don’t have any information,” he shouts, writhing against my grasp as I continue to march across the roof with him.

When we sees where we’re going, he starts freaking the fuck out.

There’s a building close by on the side he was going to jump over. This side has nothing but the ground, which is more than a hundred feet down. If he falls, he’s dead.

His intention was to escape me by jumping onto the roof of the other building. With his speed and agility, things like space jumping and building hopping would come easy to him.

It comes easy to me too, I’m just not doing that type of shit tonight, so I’m doing this.

Lim sees we’re dangerously close to the edge now and starts cursing me in English and Chinese. I slam him down on the ground again, stunning him.

This time when he hits the ground, his head is hanging over the side of the building. One push, and he’ll go flying straight to his death.

“Peter Marino. That’s who I need information on, and you’re going to give it to me.”

“I don’t know, no Peter,” he cries.

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