carved by fire an
ory no one spoke of-a war fought in silen
last four hours star
st any
Map
te, sealed off from the captains, even Arturo. A vaul
s of eras and eras of bloodshed. Each pin marked a
od in the
looking at
king for a
Whoever's carving 'D' into our walls? They're copyin
ded. "Not
ned. "Wha
ildin
soft red, connected by jagged string-exactly like the Blood
ne had ad
es. New
ate
g became cry
hunting. He was th
is father's old war chair, t
were moving
fa
eutenants, a dozen men, and all
y move h
Countered
just familiar with Valieri ta
cle. Someone forgotten. Someon
Razor Row, Marco stepped through a rusted iron gate and
on his fingertips-Ezio "Ash" Morante. Ex-cartographer for th
until he was close
a mapm
"I've made maps for kings and
ot
rd you buried your f
mies. The rest bu
can smell death on your jacket.
the table-Danilo, the executi
oss them like Braille
softly. "But newer. Slo
e-or he left a blueprint someon
began sketching, fast and brutal, like h
e as he
n '96, the culling started from the outside and fu
ned. "He's i
y. Every man loyal to the past is being erased. He's no
ched. Areas marked for death. And in the cent
tate, Marco moved like t
e landing. "What t
ts while the enemy walks
room, where Arturo sat
d the map on
nize this
is jaw twitched. "That'
s a reverse-engineered execu
finger at
led for the firs
ing us?" he asked
ed. Only this time, the purge doesn't stop when the threats ar
is fists. "Then w
"We don't rebuild. We
did something his
eeting on neu
n No Man's Zone. A place where no bullets flew-no
e men there in one night, and their
't believe
lieved in
, he would
ins arriv
ianchi.
enforcers, black-market lieu
once loyal t
n where their
red chandelier, spotlight on h
and placed it on th
ace. Someone is bleeding this
Let the fear ripple. "I'
ight for me. I'm offeri
d up the
viva
ters. One cap
steppe
the pistol
voice rang out f
harp. F
ou think survival
hipped
tared u
velvet curtain. A figu
n g
message
had a c
ust stepped int