Dimension Kill. By Sean. F. Stevens. Copyright Sean F Stevens 1991 2001. DIMENSION KILL The access tunnel down which Leo Firebrand walked was long dimly lit and oppressively damp andhumid. This was only to be expected though as it was the tunnel that serviced the large andcomplex air conditioning system of the Great Leaders palace. He paused for a moment taking abreather in the heavy air and wondered increasingly as to whether this whole experience wasnothing more than a dream. It was less than a day previously that he had been visited in hissmall shabby office by a man that had called himself Professor J an elderly rathernondescript man who had nonetheless seemed to know a hell of a lot about Firebrand and thathis Export business actually involved exporting selected human targets to the afterlife for a fee. Firebrand had not been concerned about Js knowledge since if worst came to worst he couldkill J before the old man would be able to leave his office. But as it turned out Firebrandhad had little to worry about or so it had seemed. Professor J had been carrying a heavy suitcase of the large synthetic leather variety onethat you could easily hide a medium aged child in. J hefted this suitcase and with a visibleeffort lifted the case and placed it on Firebrands desk opening it and turning the casearound. To Firebrands quiet delight it was packed to the brim with large denomination billsand as cash was the only language that an assassin like Firebrand spoke he was suddenly muchmore partial to the old guy standing in front of him. Theres ten million dollars in here J explained you can count it if you like. Ill trust you for the moment. Firebrand replied with a faint grin. Who is the target J coughed slightly in embarrassment. Well in a certain respect you are. A small but very