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Мой эпилог(полученный на 2.8 часах)

5 dead. 12 injured. 20 jobs. $13,000. The week echoed in my mind like something that happened in the last week.
They don't let me name names on this blog, but the person behind the hit I was investigating is dead now.
He played a dangerous game: insulting my hat.
The trigger man's going down. That would have felt good if I hadn't just taken a seven story body slam.
I don't know.
I think I picked the right side.
Maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe all that matters is that I now have the ability to kick down doors.
Either way, I think I need 10ccs of ketamine and a Columbo marathon.

И второй раз

2 dead. 1 injured. 20 jobs. $13,000. The week echoed in my mind like a gunshot in an empty street..
They don't let me name names on this blog, but the person behind the hit I was investigating is probably being picked up by the East Point police about now.
Killing him wasn't worth the stain on my relatively new coat.
I didn't get the trigger man. It was the only play I could stomach. Wish I could say it was the right one.
I don't know.
I guess I picked the least ♥♥♥♥♥♥ of two incredibly ♥♥♥♥♥♥ sides.
Maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe all that matters is that I now have the ability to kick down doors.
Either way, I need a drink.

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