Last night was fun. I don't know where Shady is but I have the vague feeling that I've contributed in some way.
The proxies? They expected someone to be hiding behind the door.
They weren't expecting me to shoot through said door.
After a clusterfuck of blood and steel, I exited with several flesh wounds.
To Maurice: I think a couple of them might still have been alive. Let's hope He offers healthcare.
Anyways, I have a certain ex-sage to hunt in Pennsylvania. I don't know if this objective is my own or His, but either way I think it's best he be dead. And who knows?
I may just burn him.