It was a day and a half after I had taken Messaline’s lifeless body from her cross. Of all the women I have ever crucified she had the most legitimate sounding charges against her. But it didn’t take a genius to figure out she had been set up. A few searches on the web found that Brian’s companies and Messa’s mother’s companies were completely intertwined, and I'd guess the same could be said for Brian and Brigitte. That, coupled with the fact that Messa’s father in the peak of health was found dead in their estate’s pool with no obvious cause of death told me I had just killed an innocent girl, barely 22 years old. I was fucking pissed at myself and swore I would not do an execution again. I was sitting on my deck when the phone rang.
“Tree… M-hmm… Yes… Fuck, yes, I will.”
It was the IMF. They wanted me to handle the execution of Messaline’s mother, the jurist, and the captain. I’d be more than happy to. I drank a lot that night….
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“Tree… M-hmm… Yes… Fuck, yes, I will.”
It was the IMF. They wanted me to handle the execution of Messaline’s mother, the jurist, and the captain. I’d be more than happy to. I drank a lot that night….
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