Dante sauntered out of the club carrying a sack full of wads of cash, some booze, and a lamp he thought looked pretty nice. Behind him a mobster shouted vitriolic warnings through bleeding teeth, but made no attempt to actually make good on his threats or even to stand up. Adam’s bee followed the assassin […]

Through the bee, Adam watched the mobsters posture and threaten Dante. Dante waited for no further answer. In a blink he was gouging the eyes of the nearest goon while kicking another in the neck. He spun and shoved a third headfirst into a wall, then slammed another’s face into the bar while casually disarming […]

His own eyes closed, Adam saw through the eyes of a bee. The bee sat on Jason Dante’s shoulder as the assassin picked up a rock from the street. They were outside a closed strip club. Dante threw the rock. The bee took flight. Dante and the bee were through the broken window in seconds. […]

Adam sat cross-legged on the roof, watching his hive. Bees flew about. They looked fine to Dante, but the look on Adam’s face confirmed that they were sick. “I can get money,” Dante said. Adam looked at him, saying nothing. “Without killing. Port Nadine has a pretty robust organized crime scene. I could rob them. […]

“I could make us big money quickly, but I assume you don’t want me doing assassinations.” “Correct,” Adam said. “Then you gotta get a job.” “I intend to sell honey and wax, but for that I need the bees to be healthy.” “Look. I’m not getting a job. We can’t send Gladys out to get […]