Tian Li just joined Team Tomorrow. I guess I should be happy for her, but I'm not completely okay with it. She's gone an awful lot, and when she is back I can just tell that she doesn't want to be here. Last night I just couldn't take it anymore... she was prattling on about Ivy and how he was such an inspiration to her. So I asked her, "Did you fuck him?"
We've been fighting a lot.
Its not like I haven't been working. Mark Green offered me citizenship and a college education to help Uncle Sam police rogue novas. I'm not making anything close to what Tian's making, but it's good work and it pays well. And it makes me feel good. I'm fighting for freedom, and freedom isn't free.
Last night my T.A.N.K. team got a lead on that guy that killed his own mom two years ago. Sick fuck. Murders always return to the scene of the crime, so when he came back to put flowers on her grave we were ready. Two of our best snipers took shots at him but he knocked them out before the bullets were even fired. He put poor Rico through a telephone pole and broke Johnny's jaw before he could unleash his sonic scream.
I hit the pedal and charged, and just for a moment a fantastic sense of destiny overcame me. We were winning. My marriage, my insecurities, and my doubts all gave way to a universal sense that, for once, I was doing something right... that we would somehow prevail, and that for once in my life I would be a hero to my comrades and to my wife.
Last night my T.A.N.K. team got a lead on that guy that killed his own mom two years ago. Sick fuck. Murders always return to the scene of the crime, so when he came back to put flowers on her grave we were ready. Two of our best snipers took shots at him but he knocked them out before the bullets were even fired. He put poor Rico through a telephone pole and broke Johnny's jaw before he could unleash his sonic scream.
I hit the pedal and charged, and just for a moment a fantastic sense of destiny overcame me. We were winning. My marriage, my insecurities, and my doubts all gave way to a universal sense that, for once, I was doing something right... that we would somehow prevail, and that for once in my life I would be a hero to my comrades and to my wife.
And then he pulled me off my bike, put a gun to my head, and just stared through me. I can still feel his eyes burning into mine...
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Contents of a note found in your pocket at a later time, "This ground is sacred. If you or anyone challenge me on it again, you will make it your home."
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