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See, kid? It’s like I told you. If you’re not careful, the technicalities will trip you up. Somewhere, sometime, somehow.
Strunk should’ve frisked me when I came in, or had you do it. Instead, he got lazy. He assumed he knew what I was carrying because he’d seen my weapons accounted for once before, sitting on Tony’s desk. Life is about details, kid. Death, too. Just ask d**k.
You know what happened next, I know, but I’d like to explain why I did what I did. I don’t mean Strunk. That’s obvious. It was kill or be killed. Me and King T, we have our code. We’ll go when we’re goddamned good and ready. Or a meteor hits us unbeknownst. But death by d**k? Not on your life.
I knew I only had a few seconds because your mentor wasn’t dead. I should’ve aimed higher, but I was in a hurry. His s
