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Black Lether Jacket
Stories can be told across many different mediums. In this case, a simple black leather jacket. Nothing special about it, just an old, worn jacket hanging up at a used clothing store. A young man, who had been to this store numerous times in hopes of finding a good deal, was doing a final walkthrough. He sighed and shook his head, ready to be disappointed yet again before setting his eyes upon a cross-zip, black motorcycle jacket. He tried it on and sure enough, it fit, almost as if it was made for him. He happily bought it and wore it out of the store, smiling for the first time in a long time.
“The next target rides in three days,” Desterin explained to his partners as he sipped his wine. “Single wagon, two horses, no armed guards. It’s like they’re begging us to hit them.”