There's a dragon with matches, that's loose on the town, takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down.
'So how long she gonna be here?' Marina overheard from the living room as she sat in a chair in the kitchen of the small apartment with her hands tied behind her back. Jamal had taken her here the night before, after abducting her at gunpoint in front of Guy's apartment and then conferring with the Italian guy outside for a bit. She had judged then, that the Italian guy was the 'brains', so to speak, of the operation. The one who put this whole shame to kidnap her in motion. She wasn't surprised, growing up in Brooklyn, her father Boris was always coming into some kind of conflict with the Mafia, getting pushback when he moved into their turf. Eventually, many of these same mobsters he ran up against ended up going away and he took over their turf but there were always new enemies for her father. He was always running into conflict with some one. After taking her phone and giving it to the Italian guy, Jamal had taken her