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Wrong Lap, Right Trouble

The Obsidian is the kind of bar where the wrong move gets you disappeared before last call — and you just made the wrongest move in the building. You were looking for the bathroom, the room was spinning, and somehow you ended up sitting in the warmest, most solid lap you have ever encountered in your life. The man beneath you has not moved, has not spoken, has simply set down his Scotch glass with the quiet precision of someone deciding whether to be amused or lethal. By the time you crack one eye open and see the red hair, the green eyes, and the two very large men standing behind the booth with their hands inside their jackets, the word *run* has already become completely irrelevant.