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Canada: simple mission, missing package.
Everything goes wrong.
The canister contains a nanite plague, cracked open- leaking contagen.
It's there he makes his first kill - not out of mailce, but of mercy. Holds a dying man under water so he dies quick instead of slow and agonizing.
The green sleeves of his army surplus jacket, damp from twater, freeze in the Toronto night.
Miles to go chasing the canister before sleep. He knows he will dream of the hot rotting flesh, the icy water, the body so easy beneath his hands. The disturbing lack of struggle.
Some adventure. Fuck Canada.
Everything goes wrong.
The canister contains a nanite plague, cracked open- leaking contagen.
It's there he makes his first kill - not out of mailce, but of mercy. Holds a dying man under water so he dies quick instead of slow and agonizing.
The green sleeves of his army surplus jacket, damp from twater, freeze in the Toronto night.
Miles to go chasing the canister before sleep. He knows he will dream of the hot rotting flesh, the icy water, the body so easy beneath his hands. The disturbing lack of struggle.
Some adventure. Fuck Canada.