Chairs scrape in the room below as their occupants jump to their feet. Someone lets out a shout just as I leap over the railing and land in the room with jazz hands. “Round-a-bout a round table, five birdies, about to pay!” There are five eagle males in human form, ranging from thirty to fifty, now standing around a table scattered with official-looking documents, wax seals and all. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” a younger one of them shouts. His hand goes into his pocket, but I’m on him in a flash, leaping across the table right for his throat. I grab him by his gel-crispy hair and sink
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