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► Midnight of yet another year. Raphael looked out of the window of the top floor of the Merchant living building. The soft bang of fireworks was heard just over the furious tapping of the keyboard. He paused, his fingers resting on the keys. 'Happy new year…' He thought to himself before pushing his chair back forcefully and marching over to the wall that kept his large dry erase calendars. They were covered in code words and faux time and dates that only he understood. He liked to have things planned, on paper and in front of him. The strike of new year only reminded him of his failures. The Syndicates were no closer to joining him in this brand new year than they were the last. It was something that was on his list of things he needed to do before he died. His father wished it, he wished it. The two groups were family, a bit extended maybe. They needed to be combined, and he was the only one goal oriented enough to do so.
He furiously erased December's calendar. The trailing lights and sparks reflecting in his eyes as he did so. A colorful assortment of dry erase markers were pulled out as the calendar was filled. It was another 20 minutes before he stopped, letting the marker he was holding drop to the floor. It was quiet, too quiet. He bent down, picking up the marker and capping it. He quickly put the markers away, walking out to his foyer, and pulling on his thick tan winter coat. He closed his eyes, feeling the fur collar rest against his neck. He grabbed his keys, checking to make sure his gun and phone were on him before quietly locking the door behind him. What he needed right now was a walk to clear his head. He pressed down on the elevator, waiting quietly, hands firmly placed into his pockets.
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❝We are all but pawns in a unbeatable game of chess. The kings are bribed, the queens get laid, and the knight is left under paid. ❞
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