The Fourth Iteration
## Act I: The Mechanic (20%) The rain hadn't stopped in three days. It fell on Los Angeles like a judgment, washing nothing clean, just making the grime slicker. Jack Mercer watched it from the window of his garage on Sunset Boulevard. He was thirty-four, a retired Navy mechanic with a prosthetic left leg and a face that had stopped trying to look young around twenty-eight. The garage was a...
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