My end game post:
14 dead. 30 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 conscience.
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 guess I picked the least shitty of two incredibly shitty 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 to get out of this city.
A lot of the deaths were a result of broken glass or surprise open floors :P