#collateral damage

As the citizens of Musutafu try to piece their lives back together after the war, the heroes of class 2-A find themselves facing a new threat. A strange virus is sweeping through the city, leaving its victims little more than mindless, violent husks of their former selves. Meanwhile, Chris Redfield and his team, on the trail of arms dealer Giuseppe Montanari, arrive in Japan just in time to witness the virus outbreak. Now they're stuck in a race against time to find a cure for the virus before Musutafu is overrun, and to stop Montanari before it's too late.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Collateral Damage

Hell Yeah Physical Copies 💪

There are a few for sale at Paper Pushers Print Shop by Seattle Printers Guild :)) It's a zine popup store in the old IBM building downtown Seattle and will be open for the next few months

Mikey was more accustomed to being on the business end of a gun than he probably should be—but that was his night job, which had been put on indefinite hiatus while Leo was away anyway. His day job was supposed to be different.

This was what he got for thinking he was moving up in the world when he was hired to entertain at little Reese’s party. His parents were loaded (and clearly trying to make up for being out of town on their son’s birthday by bringing on as much fun as possible for the celebration.) This would be Cowabunga Carl’s biggest payday yet! Some fraction of the financial freakout would be eased. Splinter would be proud. Donnie would be relieved.

Raph would wonder how Mikey had such bad luck, getting himself into this mess. Apparently these gunmen had the same idea about a big paycheck, brazen enough not just to ransom the birthday boy but stick around with the guests as extra incentive. Still, even they weren’t as reckless as one of the other dads, who lunged in an attempt to tear poor Reese from a masked man’s grasp. A scuffle, a stray swing of the gun and—

Static. Screaming, echoes bouncing around inside the Cowabunga Carl head louder than his own rattled, heaving gasps. Mikey couldn’t help some distant flicker of surprise that it stayed on as he crumpled between two of the tables.