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[i]Donny rolled onto his back with his arms extended, knees bent, and feet planted, facing Luca. His right hand overlapped the left in a position that a fan of Dragon Ball Z might recognize as being a part of Cell's pose, though judging by the dark glimmer of the hitman's eyes, anybody who got close to those hands wouldn't spend their last moments thinking about cartoons. If Luca looked closely, he'd perhaps be able to vaguely make out black ring or band of some sort on Donny's thumb, though it'd be shaded against the similarly black leather gloves. Either way the ring hadn't been there before, though why this would be of concern was still up for grabs. That is to say, if it was to be of any sort of concern at all in the first place.

Oh, there was no reason to be jerking about in the hedges. The ring had been on the face of his watch, and when pulled out it trailed with it a length of tightly wound microfilament garrote wire. Anything that fell into Donny's grasp was liable to be julienned into steak strips. Even without that knowledge, Luca had plenty of time to realize that he was rushing towards a man whose kill count had gone up by at least five people in the last two minutes.[/i]