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"Chance? Chance? Chance!"

A loud voice rang through his cloudy mind.

A very loud voice.

Ugh. He pressed his hands against his mightily aching forehead, blinked a couple of times and found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.

Where the hell was he?

"CHANCE!"

And who the hell was Chance?

Oh.

He was Chance. At least that's what he had told that cop yesterday evening when he had asked him his name.

Christopher Chance.

What had he been thinking?

Heavy steps, coming up a metallic stairway.

The cop.

Ex-cop. Yeah. Now that he thought of it, the guy had told him he had handed in his resignation.

Alright. But what was he doing here?

Wherever "here" wa…

Ah, he remembered. The old Christopher Chance's hideout. A warehouse, with weapons stashed everywhere.

Which still didn't explain what the cop – ex-cop – was doing here.

The door to the room was yanked open, an excited puppy dashed in, followed by – what was his name again? It was a funny name… not really fitting his large frame… Labelle? Laverne. Yes. Laverne Winston.

"There you are!"

A folder landed on his chest with a thump.

"Found us a client", the ex-cop said. "Stalking case. Police can't help, guess we can. Get up, I've got breakfast downstairs."

He finally found the energy to sit up. The room immediately started swimming. "Client?"

"Don't you remember you called me last night? Said you wanted to go for it after all? Saving the next guy? No surprise you don't. You've emptied the whole bottle. Well, get off your ass and have some coffee, this stalking thing is time-sensitive." And out he went again.

Don't you remember you called me last night?

He had been drunk before in his life. To make him lose track of events he needed a lot more than one simple bottle. He hadn't called.

But as he sat down at the worn table in what seemed to be the kitchen, studying the details of the case Laverne – Laverne? Nah… "Winston" sounded a whole lot better – had brought, he decided it didn't really matter.

Chance. Christopher Chance.