[center][h1][color=92278f][b]Dead Head[/b][/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/XrIa9Ub.png[/img]
[h3][color=92278f][u]Doing it wrong[/u][/color][/h3][/center]

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[center][h3][color=92278f][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EotznoKUm9Q]
If everything I do is wrong, then by God, I do it right
If everything I do is wrong, then by God, I do it right
If everything I do is wrong, then by God, I do it right
If everything I do is wrong, then by God, I do it right"[/url][/i][/color][/h3][/center]

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A light evening breeze rolled down the street past Asher carrying scents of the city, exhaust fumes, a slight hint of garbage on the breeze even. Asher frowned slightly, surprised by that since he’d not gotten the impression that Pax Septimus was a dirty city. A light screech filled the air momentarily cutting through the clashing chords and screaming vocals from Asher’s earpods. Asher turned to survey the dump truck that had just backed out of an alley he’d passed just as the engine started to rumble and the stinky truck trundled down the lane. 

A smirk crossed Asher’s lips as the slightly garbagy smell departed with the truck and he took a deep breath of the cool evening air, just him and the exhaust fumes now. Fishing through his pocket for his cell phone Asher quickly hit pause on his music and scrolled to shimmr to double check the address of the job. All the details matched up, and a large church loomed ahead.

St Bianchi Church stood before Asher in all its run down glory. Better days had certainly been long since gone as far as this establishment was concerned. Asher merely grumbled, he’d never cared much for churches, or religion for that matter. Usually he joked that entering such a premise might result in him catching alight. Suppose today would be the day to test that. Asher surveyed the outside a few moments longer, taking in potential entry points and judging them against the amount of effort they’d require. 

[color=92278f]“Windows, back way maybe…,” Asher mumbled aloud before his eyes finally settled on the front door. “On the other hand…” [/color]

Asher was a simple man and in most cases he preferred the direct route.