Once in a while -- just every once in a while -- things go right
with the universe.
So, were you able to keep a poker face, or did you have a great big shit-eating grin the whole time?
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.