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lightly on the side,
kidneys, back of his head, as the wrestler plowed past, and then
Lance turned, fast, followed him...drove him back against the wall
with a solid thump...
    -- and Nico's face shifted and he came
forward onto his toes...
    -- and Rudy said, "Nico..."
    Nico grinned, raised his hands. "Good shot,
Chief."
    Lance's chest heaved as he caught his breath.
Found that he really did have some anger up -- the fighter's anger.
And then he grinned and said, "I owe you a drink. Come by my place
some time."
    "Where's that?"
    "The Trojan Horse. Down in E Block."
    "Sounds good."
    They broke off, appraised each other.
    Grinned.
    Fighters love fighters.
     
    Dee Dee Kozak and Neo Dark God, aka Kiki
Warren
    St. Mary of the Immaculate Conception was the
oldest Catholic church in Kansas City, Missouri, and the attached
school was one of the oldest. Every day hundreds of neatly
uniformed boys and girls, K-12, they had it all here including a
pre-school that fed the kids well prepped into the education (and
tuition) flow. Underneath the neat blue shirts and shorts of the
boys, and the white shirts and plaid skirts of the girls, though,
beat the same hormone inflamed fantasies of any other group of 21st
century pre-pubescents and enraged adolescents.
    One of the girls hurried along, 13 or 14,
with the angular up tilted shoulders of someone who might spend too
much time on the computer, a book bag slung over her shoulder,
blond kinky hair, the kind the nuns shook their head at, her figure
just barely budding and hinted at beneath the bland uniform.
    Meet Kitten June Warren. No shit, her mom
loved cats, probably more than she loved her only child, so she
named her Kitten, but no kid who'd endured that name in the vicious arena of the schoolyard would
stick with it ( here Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, hey Kitten where's your
litter box... ) so when she could, she reinvented herself as
KiKi Warren, aka Neo Dark God in hacker-dom, where a girl with a
certain bent of mind, a deep pocketbook courtesy of her mother's
carelessness with credit cards and bank accounts, and a deep and
abiding desire to be somebody could make a
name for herself.
    Her first gig was skimming debit and credit
cards; she had to find a way to make ends meet while scooping ice
cream for the spoiled bitches who came wandering into the upscale
little gelato store; man, she'd skimmed a whole lot of account numbers, and had been careful with
the attention to detail of a seriously committed criminal to not
take too much, small purchases, advances, and transfers to a series
of accounts from which she drew out enough cash to buy gift cards,
no questions asked, and at this point she had probably close to
$70K stashed underneath her bed, where mama never looked since KiKi
did her own laundry, bless her heart, and then a significant amount
drawn out of ATMs, enough to purchase several high quality custom
boxes and the software and peripherals to go with them, and mama
didn't care if she spent all that time on the computer, because she
had great grades because of it, even though she did all her math on
Wolfram Alpha and bought essays off the Net, she was too busy
making bank to fuck around with school work, and it was pretty easy
to stay on top of things when she hacked into the school network
and downloaded all the tests, essays, homework assignments and
reading...and over a week of vacation prepped everything into a
neatly ordered file that she plucked the work from on a weekly
basis.
    Life was good.
    But oh boy, did she like working with Double
D Bodacious. A woman, for sure, and an alpha wolf in the
underworld. She'd had some fun -- moved money around for her,
introduced her to the gift card scam for portable cash, massaged
some digital money through the back door banking operations run by
the Muslims and the Hispanic gang members to get money off shore
and back, even worked out a deal to get her some gold coins
delivered. This was KiKi's career track -- finance. Wave of the
future,