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Oscar Delancy sat in the basement of his hideout, his fingers playing with the loose metal knobs on the old desk. He worked them, twisting them till they almost fell off into his hands, then at the last minute turning them back into their rightful place. He wasn't worried about the fires taking place in Manhattan and beyond. He wasn't worried at all. There was no way that anyone, not even a little pyromaniac and his gang could know where he was. But of course, he would keep his guard up. Anyone, even a leader of an underground mafia had to do that.

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