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Eventually, you and your friend had to part ways, as it was nearing the time for your meeting with Tombstone. All sorts of thoughts ran through your mind on your way to his building, and you were wondering whether what you were doing was truly wise.
Early in your career, you’d resolved to take out Tombstone and eliminate the competition. Looking back on it, your plans had been far grander than they are now. Criminal empires are overrated anyway. Having a small, but manageable team works far better in your favor.
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The moment you’d crossed into Tombstone’s territory, you made a point to pay close attention to your spider-sense. You might not be able to sense all types of surveillance, but you could certainly sense a sniper lining up his crosshairs from any distance.
Strangely, enough, you didn’t feel anything remotely threatening in your general vicinity. How strange…
By the time you arrived at the albino’s building, you scaled the shear surface and crawled up into the open window leading into Tombstone’s office. He’d left it unlocked, just like he promised. When you entered the room, you found Tombstone waiting for you, leaning on his desk with one massive hand. His expression was one of mild irritation, but not downright hate or contempt.
You took a moment to glance around, frowning at the lack of an ambush waiting for you. Despite you standing this close to the big guy, your spider-sense <span class="mu-i">still</span> wasn’t going off! It was almost off-putting.
<span class="mu-b">“Huntsman. So glad you could show up.”</span> he said in that menacing, verbose tone of his, sounding anything but.
You just shrugged. <span class="mu-r">“You know I wouldn’t miss this for the world. We’ve got some serious catching up to do.”</span>
Tombstone’s eyes narrowed slightly, and you could’ve swore that his pupils shrank a bit. <span class="mu-b">“That we do. But now is not the time for that.”</span> he said, pushing off of his desk and walking over to a bland looking wall. He pressed his hand against a part of the dark material, and it sank slightly as a hidden pressure plate revealed itself.
Behind that pressure plate. A black, reflective slate slide open. Tombstone placed his hand upon it, and an audible click from a mechanism deep within the wall signaled the large man to take a step back.
Suddenly, the wall slid open, revealing a long hallway leading into another room.
<span class="mu-b">“Follow me. I want to show you something.”</span> he said, entering the hall without looking back.
You hesitated, but eventually decided to follow once you were sure that there was a sufficient amount of distance between the two of you.
The cramped, narrow space gave you an uncomfortable feeling. You were almost certain that you could run circles around Tombstone without him landing a proper hit on you, but in this kind of environment…you were feeling a lot less sure of yourself.
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