Day 252

My mods keep me conscious despite the impact. Travis isn't so lucky. I pull him from the car and start swimming down, looking for the hatch Sig noted. I spot it after a tense minute, starting to feel the burn despite oxygen conservation. The lid is heavy, taking the last of my strength to open. …

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Day 247

"Bullshit. I killed Dalton." Sig looks at me, confusion spreading across his face. "When? Also, why?" "He was the first contract I got from the mysterious Mr. Black. Didn't know it was him at the time. Sliced his throat in a cheap motel." Sig swears and looks down at the picture. "You sure it was …

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