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J Sprocket Stemwinder posts in The Crossroads

J Sprocket Stemwinder sat easily on the barrel opposite Gideon March. March was a marked man, his pigeon for the night, so to speak; and this one would be brought back to Quila live and caged, not dead and plucked, but ready to be cooked nonetheless.

It had been a while since JS had beaten someone at his own game, and he was thoroughly enjoying March's anguish as the cards fell one by one. As the last card is played and March goes down in defeat JS remarked casually "I hope you don't get air-sick."

Gideon was too stunned to reply to the remark. Perhaps it was the realization of defeat or perhaps that of having to face certain private demons in Quila, but the flying remark went over his head for the moment.

“Just a minute! Yes, I’m responsible for the deaths of three innocent men, but what can it possibly mean to you? How do you know these things? Who are you really?”

JS had to smile at the question. He'd heard it many times before, and every time from a defeated person. Some had been business rivals, others had been those who sought to stand in his way as he moved to dominate criminal enterprise in all of Quila.

“I am just who I say I am, and I make it my business to know many things, Mr. March. However, I wish to correct you on one important point. Those three men you’re referring to – Henri DeGault, Crispin Giordatti, and Jove Esperus – were anything but innocent. And, as it happens, that is a detail of immense significance.”

JS waits patiently as Gideon gathers his few belongings together.

"What about Captain Midnight? Surely he is going to be upset at my leaving this way."

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