twenty :: text

[i_got_this]

To anyone who gives a shit, North Dakota is gone.

Filtered to Freelancers and Noble Six

He left letters. They're in his room. Have at it. Someone take the dog, I can't look at it.

[Text because she can't risk talking right now.]

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Action -Stealth camo

[hatesgoodbyes]

[Stealth camo was just one of the perks that came with her armor, it meant she could more or less walk right behind you and you'd never know she was there. It also let her get close enough to leave thing without being noticed. Things like a hand written note, a page torn from a journal with near mechanical precision, and penmanship that could hardly be more uniform or precise. But the fact was it was hand written.]

Words don't mean much when you lose someone, and your brother was an outstanding man. He made people better just by knowing them. He will be missed here.

[Under the note was a simple offering, it might not be as grand as possible but it was deemed appropriate by the anonymous gifter. Two bottles of scotch, a six pack of beer and a framed photo someone in the village had been paid handsomely for framing. Well the payment was to keep their mouth shut, but the picture of the tall blond sniper was well done and captured his usual smile in a lean against the castle.]

F-U

[i_got_this]

[Fuck you Tex making the mun cry.]

[South's keeping that note with the letter, and although she has her suspicions she's not concerned with finding out who left it. Not now. That's all getting stashed in her room, the photo going next to the one of her twins, reverently, before she seeks out Crowely.]