The High Iron Fist: Epilogue by Shadow2Serenity, literature
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The High Iron Fist: Epilogue
Epilogue
After rounding up Histler and his flunkies, the last of the ambulances and police escorts left the scene without any kind of interference from his fellow managers. Indeed, the absence of any other railroad personnel suited Ray just fine - up until Francesca jumped out of one of the police cruisers, camera and portfolio in her hands, doing a 360-degree spin on her heels as she accosted Ray.
"Good grief, bro, why didn't you say anything?!" she demanded. "You have any idea what a business district we could make out of this place? I can see the headline right now! 'Francesca Vecchio, local fashion savant, launches Franklin Park Yardwor
The High Iron Fist: Act IV by Shadow2Serenity, literature
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The High Iron Fist: Act IV
Act IV
"All right, Elaine, whaddya got?" Ray demanded as he burst through the main doors into the bullpen.
"We got prints off the shotgun," Elaine replied, hefting an open folder. "Gunman's name is Hector Steever. He's got priors for assault, B and E, petty theft, and more traffic violations than you can shake a stick at."
"What was his last assault?"
"He roughed up a protester at Belmont Park last year. A construction company called Lango Enterprises had filed their intent to purchase park land from the city and build a cargo transload facility. It went over with the neighbours about as well as a fire-bomb raid. Steever and two others we
The High Iron Fist: Act III by Shadow2Serenity, literature
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The High Iron Fist: Act III
Act III
Fraser glanced at the page-a-day calendar on his desk for a time beyond count. It was a wasted gesture. He already knew all the relevant dates by heart: a month and six days before the Musical Ride was due to arrive in Chicago; four days since Hannah had been hit; three days since the two trainmen had been suspended; and one since Hannah had worked up the courage to recall any details of that night. He would have to make another check on her progress once his work for the day was done. He had arranged the border procedures with U.S. Customs, now all he had to do was to work out a seamless traverse across CP Rail's trackage to Chicago
The High Iron Fist: Act II by Shadow2Serenity, literature
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The High Iron Fist: Act II
Act II
Ray entered the squad room at the main door just as Elaine turned away from a nearby filing cabinet with a stack of folders in her hands. "Oh, there you are," she hailed him. "Fraser called looking for you this morning, and your sister was here not long after with another big thick envelope."
"Great," Ray grumbled. "Anybody else wanna pull me by what little hair I have left?"
"Well, not so far...."
"Vecchio!" The squad room's window panes rattled under the boom of Harding Welsh's voice erupting from the other side.
"There it is," Elaine said with a wry smile. Sighing, Ray steeled himself and crossed the room to the lieutenant's of
The High Iron Fist: Prologue by Shadow2Serenity, literature
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The High Iron Fist: Prologue
Prologue
"No, I'm fairly certain it's your right front wheel, Ray." Benton Fraser stooped beside the wheel in question and took a whiff of the cold night air. "The odor of metal scraping metal is quite distinctive, and I believe you'll notice a marked reduction in the retarding force, not to mention a tendency to pull to the right when you brake."
Ray Vecchio rolled his eyes as he turned away from the gas pump on the other side of the car. "Okay, so the pad's a little worn down, big deal. What do you propose I do about it?"
"Well, the logical solution would be to make an appointment with your service centre to have it replaced," Fraser sai
The High Iron Fist: Act I by Shadow2Serenity, literature
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The High Iron Fist: Act I
Act I
"Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!" Bent over the control stand on the lead engine, the train's engineer almost pushed the radio out of its port as he pounded the transmit button. "BJ-Three calling DRS West, over!"
"DRS West dispatcher answering BJ-Three. What is your emergency, over?"
"We just hit someone on the Westchester southbound main, just south of Cermak Road! No fatality, but we need assistance yesterday!"
In front of the engine, the conductor had pinned his weight on the bottom of the garbage can to allow Fraser and Ray to pull the young woman out of it. Nefariously, she had been wrapped in a black tarpaulin and chained up