![]() There was some pride in knowing that it was the best choice for this job, however distasteful it may be. The familiar weight of the Uzi was comforting. Taylor closed her eyes as she slide the mask over her head. It was just a rubber mask, the image a partially stylized rat. She swallowed her fear as she pulled the mask from her jacket. She wanted to put on a mask, dissociate herself from what she was about to do, but she knew to do so was to accept her orders, her fate. Seeing it in person made it all the more real she couldn’t continue her denial or rationalizations. She watched the building from across the street. This sidewalk was too familiar for her to be wearing this jacket, but she didn’t have a choice. Taylor hugged her jacket tightly around her as she shivered despite the warm temperature. Recommended Listening: Miami - Jasper Byrne
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