Doomsday Warrior 10 - American Nightmare - Plot & Excerpts
He’d smash this Chessman and his hypnotic power, destroy the damned police who cremated innocent people, who kept this burg under their thumb. But how, alone? He remembered the derelict outside his office building. The one who had whispered for Rockson to come see him if he was really a free man. Perhaps there was an opposition to Chessman—allies. Rock left the shop with the gun covered by his jacket held over his arm. It was a sullen wet day. He reached the dark alley near Nietzsche Square, where he’d gotten off the bus to go to work. There were the trashbins that the street person had been rummaging through. But nowhere was the decrepit man to be seen. He went over to the little corner newsstand. “Citizen, where are the street people that used to congregate here?” The toothless newsman smiled. “The brush-eaters got some of them. Came the other night, caught two or three. The rest runs off.
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