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scans_dailyThey'd come as he was meeting members of Prava.
They found the apartment empty - Piotr and the two who'd come to him were running over the roof above.
They went up to them, and were killed by Piotr.
In the aftermath, Piotr was taken to Prava.
" He said you were an asshole. "
Piotr went into a side room with the two surviving founders of Prava, Kostya and Maria.
They told him that his dead son Kiril, the third founder, had indeed died in the service of the criminals of Meshe Adam - to protect them.
" .. why? Because he helped form your secret literary club? "
They told him that they and Kiril'd come to Blackstone believing in its promise.
" Kiril..
" .. he was afraid to tell me? "
Piotr got to his feet, ran his hands through his hair.
" I..
" .. just wanted him to be safe. Strong. A man. To not struggle with himself..
" To not have something to hide, like.. "
" Like you did, Petya? "
" I wouldn't have cared. "
After that, Piotr asked for the name of the man who'd sent Kiril to his death.
He got it.
Gunfire interrupted them.
Then they were betrayed.
" What- what are you doing?! "
" Working, Mashinka. You're so stupid. You paid me to infiltrate Petropinnacle? They paid me more to infiltrate you.
" I led them to us in Piotr's apartment. Now they'll raze your nerve center. "
Piotr was taken away.
The man responsible for Kiril's death leaned in.
(Pagecount's 6 and just under 2/3rds of 20 from last month's Crude #5.
Writing's Steve Orlando, art's Garry Brown, colors're Lee Loughridge, and letters're Thomas Mauer.)
They found the apartment empty - Piotr and the two who'd come to him were running over the roof above.
They went up to them, and were killed by Piotr.
In the aftermath, Piotr was taken to Prava.
" He said you were an asshole. "
Piotr went into a side room with the two surviving founders of Prava, Kostya and Maria.
They told him that his dead son Kiril, the third founder, had indeed died in the service of the criminals of Meshe Adam - to protect them.
" .. why? Because he helped form your secret literary club? "
They told him that they and Kiril'd come to Blackstone believing in its promise.
" Kiril..
" .. he was afraid to tell me? "
Piotr got to his feet, ran his hands through his hair.
" I..
" .. just wanted him to be safe. Strong. A man. To not struggle with himself..
" To not have something to hide, like.. "
" Like you did, Petya? "
" I wouldn't have cared. "
After that, Piotr asked for the name of the man who'd sent Kiril to his death.
He got it.
Gunfire interrupted them.
Then they were betrayed.
" What- what are you doing?! "
" Working, Mashinka. You're so stupid. You paid me to infiltrate Petropinnacle? They paid me more to infiltrate you.
" I led them to us in Piotr's apartment. Now they'll raze your nerve center. "
Piotr was taken away.
The man responsible for Kiril's death leaned in.
(Pagecount's 6 and just under 2/3rds of 20 from last month's Crude #5.
Writing's Steve Orlando, art's Garry Brown, colors're Lee Loughridge, and letters're Thomas Mauer.)
