“You know all about that from what I hear. It was a good thing he’d already been wearing gloves or he would’ve left skin on the freezing metal.

“Even a blind pig finds an acorn once in awhile, Johnny.” Sullivan picked up the giant Lewis machinegun from the floor with one shaking hand. How’d you find us? I thought you Heavies was supposed to be stupid?” Sullivan didn’t dignify that with a response “Are you the Heavy? Is this the legendary Heavy Jake Sullivan, J. They can only send me to the gas chamber once,” Johnny Bones shouted back through the broken windows. “Kidnapping, murder.” He needed to goad them into coming after him.

even a really powerful Icebox wouldn’t be able to steal more than ten degrees a minute from room this big, but it had already been cold to begin with. At this range, a clean shot could freeze him solid, but behind cover. He had to finish this before the Icebox could freeze him out. Both Maplethorpe brothers were Actives, which was just his rotten luck. The temperature was dropping fast, which meant that Snowball was out there too. You ready to surrender yet, Johnny? The cops will be here any minute.” Sullivan checked his body for holes, and finding no more than usual, shouted back, “Yeah, but your boys ain’t.

The seven hundred pound chunk of steel plate he’d picked up to use as a shield had worked better than expected. One last angry bullet bounced off his cover with a clang. “Enough! I said enough!” The gunfire tapered off. Sure, there might have been others in Detroit that were gunning for him, as he wasn’t the type of man that made a lot of friends, but judging from the volume of gunfire pouring through the windows and puckering the walls. Nearly two million people live in Detroit, but as far as Jake Sullivan was aware, only a few of them were trying to kill him at that particular moment in time. The American Paris, the City of Champions, Blimp-Town, Motor City, call it what you want, it’s one crowded place. The Grimnoir Chronicles: Detroit Christmasĭetroit.

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