don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Whether or not Zeph had done anythin’ with what she told him has yet to be seen, her birds hadn’t caught whisper of it, so Raza has to assume that he’s been waylaid by Vervain (or maybe just forgot, which she wouldn’t put past ‘im) and that if you want a job done right, ya gotta do it yourself. Or somethin’ like that. It’s odd, because he’s usually real reliable. Anyway. She’s sent a note on the day before to request a meetin’ with the Governor at his place, and when the time comes, she gathers the mix’a notes she’d made of the overheard conversation and folds ‘em neatly, placin’ them in an inner pocket of a well-worn leather vest.
She strolls casually through Haulani to the new Governor’s new house (guess her tunnel is useless again, huh?) and knocks on the door, assuming this will be as informal as her usual meetings are.
She strolls casually through Haulani to the new Governor’s new house (guess her tunnel is useless again, huh?) and knocks on the door, assuming this will be as informal as her usual meetings are.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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