I never should have run off with Big Tony's stash. I don't know what I was thinking...I knew his reach was far and powerful. But she made me. She didn't really force me, but the livestyle she dreamed of, was far above my means. This one stash, when sold on the street, could set us up for life if we played our cards right...and Julie is worth it. Or is she? I was once told that if you had to try and rationalize something, then you should not have done it. Maybe thats true. In any case, I figured I'd just stay at this two-bit hotel for another night, then make a run for it. I should have stayed in bed, but the temperature had dropped and the weathermen said something about rain. I just had to shut my window. It wasn't the fact that I got caught nor was it the way I would die that bothered me. It was the cold, careless look upon the assassin's face, just before she put the bullet through my brain, that gave me chills. So cold, so emotionless, so dead. //Character from www.runtimedna.com (dominatrix) //City scape by Omega (downtown) here in MP //other objects default in Vue. Posed in poser, rendered in vue. Postwork in Microsoft Photodraw and micrografx picture publisher. Comments and tips welcomed. Thanks for looking, --Eryk