Beethoven continued to announce a dramatically intense conclusion.
“What’s this movement called, besides the Fourth?” Kendall asked.
Domingo answered, not looking at him, staring into the fiery streets below.
“‘The Ode to Joy,’” he said.
Kendall took a drink. “Lights out,” he said. “Take a bow.”
“So much for victory,” Gordy said. “So much for luck.”
Luck, he realized, had nothing to do with it.
Gordy took the joint and inhaled deeply. Instead of luck, he contemplated fate as if he, too, were a ruthless warrior.
Just win, he thought, looking at the flaming world below, the fire now catching on the complex. Soon, this place too, would be nothing more than heat and ash…
Gordy drank and closed his eyes, wondering if they had another game in them for the evening. When he asked Kendall and Domingo, they both nodded.
They sat at the table and resumed another game, smoking and drinking.
Despite the world outside, it was tradition.
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