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The place, New York City, downtown Brooklyn. The time is two thirty in the 
morning, the job, stake out, Red Light district, yeah, you know the place, full
of full of vice, graft, corruption and every other kind of crime. Oh Yeah ! name's 
Rodney, Rodney Townsend, my friends call me Brick, don't ask!

I'm here looking for what we call at the twenty third, the Rip. Just our name 
for a modern day "Jack the Ripper" Real nasty, I've seen his work, see I work 
for the Vice squad, detective sgt., so I got the lucky draw for this assignment,
Six women in all dead, sliced and diced, with one exception. Last week, in 
Central Park, same MO, she got lucky....she lived!

In the report she kept saying something about a shadow, a shadow that moved
like the wind.She said this "shadow" attacked her attacker. She said the shadow had a "
Big sword" and took one swing and killed the perp. But when the cops got
there they couldn't find a body, gone, lots of blood, no blood trail, no body. I went
to the park to check it out, nothing much to go on there, strange!

Damn, I gotta go, just heard a scream not to far away. "William thirty Baker, requesting
back up at Lindsey and forth, by Momma Spinelli's bakery" Rounding
the corner, " oh my God" "William thirty Baker, I got a dame covered in blood, and
it aint hers. I also got a stiff, better send the wagon.

One look at the stiff tells me he's been cut, cut deep! From neck to knees, and
he's colder than ice in a scotch on the rocks. "Lady, ya wanna tell me what went
down here?" That's the first thing us cops ask, ya know. A.......A.... Shadow, it...it
was just a Shadow" " Come on lady! " And it had a....a.... Sword!!!!


                                   The Samurai Returns
                                   To be Continued!!!!!

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