Misty Steele

“Settled down?” The laugh again.

“Sure.”

“Didn’t hear much, back here.”

“I was running a casino. That was it. Doing fine.”

“You were prizefighting. ‘Misty Steele,’ augmented featherweight. Eight fights, I made book on five of ’em. Blood matches, sweetmeat. Illegal.”

“Hobby.”

“Some hobby. I saw the vids. Burmese Kid opened you right up, living color …”

Kumiko remembered the long scar.

“So I quit. Five years ago and I was already five years too old.”

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