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Somewhere in downtown Spaghetti Town, a thief slinks through the night, eventually cutting a way through a skylight of an unremarkable dog food storage, dropping down onto the floor, gracefully like a cat.
Yet the warehouse was far from remarkable and it's contents very far from just plain old dog food.
Obsidian Rush, the hot new commodity hitting the Spaghetti Town streets. Countless times more potent then plain old 'Oregano', more addictive too. And all of it belonging to one, fat nosed, fat assed Irish woman. Cassie Kade.
Cassie Kade. Steeli fumed as the words escaped her lips. The woman that thought it a good idea to burn down one of her safe houses. To beat her up after a match simply because Steeli spoke the truth.
A woman that was about to have a very bad night.
Steeli chuckled as she put the bag over her shoulder down in the darkness, pulling out several bottles filled with gasoline, a rag sticking out from the top, Steeli tactically placing a few bottles around the storage area before walking towards the last bottle.
>Eye for an eye, sharmuta.
There was a quick flick of light as Steeli lit the first bottle, throwing it out towards the wooden storage crate.
>Eye for a fucking eye.
Steeli whispered as she made her way out through perhaps ironically, the fire escape, disappearing into the night.
>Vengeance is a dish best served flame grilled.
