Pete, Re-Pete

Author : Steve Smith, Staff Writer Two hours ago, Pete had been pulled gasping from a tank of jelly. Now he sat in an immaculate office, wearing borrowed clothes with his employer staring him down from the far side of a granite slab desk top. “Welcome back, Pete.” Terrence Carter, syndicate heavyweight and the man Pete ran data packets for. “I must say, you look better than you did the last time I saw you.” Pete sat straight in his chair, tentatively rolling and flexing muscle that remembere