“You’ve gotta wonder—”
“Yeah.”
“I mean, you’ve gotta wonder if—”
“I’m saying yeah.” The old man killed his drink, looked around, shook his head. “One of these ‘capes’, just one, drop ‘em in the middle of a city, tell ‘em to kill as many as they can, boy, that’s it.”
“But what can you do? I mean, they—”
“There’s things.”
“Like what?”
“Things.”
“Yeah, fine, but what if… things turns out to be worse? What if things gets out of control? We trade fireman for fire…”
The old man turned, grinned, a toothy awful horror of a smile. “We burn.”
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