when every minute counts
(...)
"Things will turn around for you" - she says.
I look at her with my "good" eye, the bruised and battered one is barely opening by now. Blood dripping from my chin, I wipe it off and stare at her coldly.
You're not the one who gets to fight Alexis.
I know Jane but...
Yes ?
You're doing so great... even with all of the difficulties.
You mean things like handling the sociopaths, trying to kill innocent people
because of me...
No! There are life's saved because of you, you're helping them - she says eagerly, her head bobbing up and down like a cartoon.
My body doesn't seem to agree with you on that - I move my head in different directions and the neck pops every time, bones trying to find their right place - and I don't think that the word "great" gives the right feel to the entire picture here.
You're making amends for all of the bad things you did in your life J. You're earning a clean slate...
Yeah, so the Hell doesn't consume me... and instead just spits me out in acid.
Things will turn around for you - she repeats and somehow this time I believe her. I sigh heavily - So do you know the location of the next victim? - I ask, trying to fix a dislocated shoulder.
Yes, uhm... - she looks at her tablet screen - South of town. The "Propulus" building.
Great, this is all just very wonderful... but it would be so much better if we could see more than 5 minutes ahead.
We are doing the best we can... and soon we might be able to see approximately seven minutes and thirty seconds ahead into the future! Isn't that amazing?!
Sometimes it's all that I think about Alex... all I think about.
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End of scene.