 Which word best describe Wayne’s worst fear?
Wayne, unseen, sneered down from the head of the stairs. They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. Squareheads going around either unconscious or with eyes looking dead from the millennium in the office waiting to retire into limbo. "Thanks, sarge dear," Wayne said and took the elevator up to the Armory. It's a big city and you're starting late. You can get a cat, not a mouse, and some babes are clever hellcats in a dark alley." He checked them on a receipt ledger, while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber.
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