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The Cat stood alone on the tower roof.
“Tonight is it,” said The Cat over his com-link
“You don't have to die so soon,” came a deep throaty response.
“Do you have a proposition, RockThorn?” said The Cat to the deep throaty voice.
“I am sorry, I thought I had told you to surrender.” RockThorn returned.
“How many people have you killed tonight, RockThorn?” The Cat saw a cape rise from an alley to the roof of an apartment complex.
“It appears that you may be able to ask my clients, tomorrow, if you continue your current path,” RockThorn shot a gun at The Cat.
“Feck Na Reptin! Lock Mo!” as the bullet entered The Cat's chest his chant caused his corporeal form to dissipate leaving the bullet to fly into a brick wall.
“I have spoken wrongly, my friend,” said Rockthorn as he clenched the hilt of his sword, “I hope dearly that I may bestow death upon you tonight. “I pray the evil has not held you too strongly.”
“The pain you shall receive for taking our slaves shall be much,” came The Cat's voice. And Rockthorn arched his back and cried aloud.
“I will not service Bob,” RockThorn hopped from roof to roof in search of his bullet.
“All that is alive shall be for Bob,” The Cat's spirit pushed RockThorn down an alley in between jumps.
“My anti-Bob life shall continue,” RockThorn pushed his left arm into a brick wall to keep from falling.
“Dr. Robert Pulfman has discovered pure good; please accept his gift old friend,” spoke the spirit of The Cat.
“For twenty eight years, you have called me foe,” RockThorn scaled the wall.
“I hated your actions, not you.”
“Yet, friend I was never called,” RockThorn continued up against the stabbing laid in by the spirit of The Cat.
“Why would I continue to seek correction for one that was not my friend?”
“Nearly every bank you prevented me from stealing from was one you had invested in.”
“It is wrong to steal from banks. And I invest in many banks. You just kept trying to rob the ones I invested in.”
“I successfully stole from twenty-four banks in which you had no investment,” RockThorn vomited as he stood up on the tower roof.
“This should not make you proud,” The Cat ground his spirit against RockThorn's kidney.
“You used to say that kindness was the only prerequisite for freedom and respect.,” RockThorn reached" for the built logged in the nearby wall.
“To accept Bob's goodness is to accept the ultimate kindness,” The Cat's Spirit pulled down an antenna unto RockThorn's head.
“Bob withholds all freedom, including the freedom to be kind,” RockThorn pushed against the antenna logged in his scalp.
“He gives all the freedom to choose,”