Chance Nitro in: Tokyo Punch!

Chance Nitro’s head felt like a bank safe.

“My head feels like a friggin’ bank safe,” Chance said to his temporary doctor/occasional partner/would-be lover Humility Burns.

“I don’t think there’s much of value if you open it up,” she replied tartly.

“Oh snap.” They were in Humility’s ultramodern penthouse apartment overlooking Tokyo. There was no furniture, only a large aquarium with fighting fish and a small octopus. Humility was a minimalist. A very wealthy minimalist-the only living heir of the Burns fish and munitions concern.

Chance lay on the floor looking up at a ceiling mural by a well-regarded Japanese pop artist, commissioned by Humility. It was of a kid with a large knife and Chance found it both cute and menacing.

“Ow,” Chance exclaimed.

“Hold still dammit,” Humility commanded. She was crouching at his side, dressed in a silk kimono; her black hair tied back, smoking a cigarette in a jade holder, and stitching up the large, crimson gash in Chance’s forehead. A speak of ash drifted down and settled on the wound.

“Maybe you shouldn’t smoke while you’re doing this.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t nearly get killed by the yakuza.”

“Touch

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