He knew they were going somewhere, but it's a chilling
realization all the same.
I knew this day would come. But
this morning, I could've sworn I
was going to live forever.
the Contractor was? Huh?
(off no answer)
At least tell me how much I was
worth. A dime? Two?
They're into the trees. Ketcham doesn't need to be told.
We both play the game, Rath.
For everybody. Who's got your
bullet? What kind of shoes'll
you be wearing when the day comes?
Whatever the contract is, I'll
double it. Just say you couldn't
find me. Buy yourself some good
the silenced .22 to the back of his head.
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