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Don’t know how much time’s worth until you’re running out of it. Back in New York when those bastards injected me with explosives, 24 never looked so short. Day seemed like forever until you realize might be your last. I hear some people say the shit was a hoax, there were no explosives. Tell you what, I sure the fuck wouldn’t want to be the one pretending there aren’t any and bleed out. Then there’s Hauk. I know that bitter bastard, angry as a hornet and twice as ready to sting you when you aren’t looking. That bastard’d do anything to get his way. Count myself lucky he stopped there after hearing what he did in the war.

Still, after all the bullshit, they made me respect time. Only got so long to do what we need to accomplish. Hear him bitching about how much I’ve done since New York. Son-of-a-bitch probably don’t realize it’s his fault. I realized walking out of there with my life and neck still intacted that I needed to get to work.

No one cares what goes down. It’s all about covering ass and that’s got to stop. Harker, that Mousey prick, didn’t even care people died. That’s why I ended his time in office. Still nothing like the memory of that tape cutting into my hands when I tore it to pieces. That was my moment and there’s about to be a few more.


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