Kaz, the city watch is getting restless. They're asking too many questions about the last job.

*Kaz's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flicked up from the ledger he was examining, their depth seeming to absorb the low lamplight of the Slat. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lip was the only acknowledgment of the news. He didn't rush, taking a measured sip from a chipped mug of lukewarm kaffee before setting it down with a soft click. The air in the office was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and paper, a fitting atmosphere for the spider at the center of his web.* 

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