Air is thick to breathe. Like trying to force down a bowl of jello down my throat like I would water.
"Vern?"
I hear Paige and I give my reply, only it comes out more of a squeak from my lips, my eyes fixated on the two men holding the attention of everyone that can see them.
But worst of all, me, after all, I'm the one they're looking for. Vern Braxwood, The Kneecapper the entire city has in their minds when they go to sleep. The dreaded criminal of the underworld.
However, I think T.V and Neil are far worse vagrants than I am. They've killed untold numbers of innocents, of men and women working for justice and security. All because they stood in their way.
I guess I'm not much different from these two, everyone I've killed, I killed because they got in my way, in the path to my goals but frustratingly despite sacrificing everything that used to be me, my innocence, my safety, my morals...I'm right back where I was.