I returned to my hotel room. The records of the bug I planted on the door proved no one knocked on my door or checked on me while I was away, and the ones I planted in the room were the same record as the one outside, no one entered my room.
I took the widow gown to the bathroom and washed it thoroughly. The whole bloodstains, I got rid of them with bleach to kill the stench of blood in the bathroom and on the cloth itself.
I cleaned my guns with a towel soaked in bleach and my gloves, my boots, and my jark knives which I don’t ever leave behind after each mission. I cleaned everything and went under the shower.
It had been a horrible night out there, not the fact that we had to clear the entire camp of the boys at work in it, but the fact that it was a factory where human being
