Day 273

We make it to the sixteenth floor, waiting patiently as Sig watches the rotation pattern of the guards. He gives me a nudge in my mind, an unsettling pulse from my comm implant, and I slide into the hallway. Travis follows, his breath the only sound I hear. The hallway is deserted; neat paintings hang …

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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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