Monday, 9:30p and Market Street was as dead as my client. It was gonna be a long night.
Monty wasn’t a particularly bad guy, given his sheet. He had even been a pretty fair athlete back at GAR. When he got back in touch recently, worried about some people who had been following him, I thought I was just humoring an old teammate. Figured he had missed a step or two, but even a diminished Monty “Crazy Legs” Hirsch was surely still able to outrun his fears. Turns out his early fame was a sparkle both Monty and the Diamond City would never see again.
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