billbobful
Arlington: 11 Days
A week has passed since Mike's funeral. I replay the events of his death in my head almost every moment. I could have been quicker. I could have shot the girl in armor sooner. Mike could still be here. Mike and those now 16 others.
Crews are still cleaning the wreckage from the crash. I have been contemplating visiting the site tomorrow, but I fear nothing good will come of it.
In the GCPD;s records, Michael Lane is officially dead. Cause of death unknown. Now, today, Gordon and his men are cleaning out his house in the investigation of his connection to the explosion. I called in sick today so I could fix the mess made from the fight between the birds and members of the Black Glove and to seal the trap door to cut off the draft from the bunker. Putting the putty on the ceiling was difficult with my shoulder getting hurt from the Sky Slayer catching the line I shot 11 nights ago. So many things I could have done differently to have avoided Michael's fate.
As I finally find myself sitting down in the computer chair, I hear the footsteps of the GCPD above me. I hear their voices, but I can't make out their words. Michael's identity as Azrael and my connection to him is unknown to the GCPD. Right now, I'm safe. I look at Michael's hood and hold my hurt shoulder as reminders of that fateful night. This is the second hero I've seen fallen during my vigilante career. I can't give this same pain to my family
Arlington: 11 Days
A week has passed since Mike's funeral. I replay the events of his death in my head almost every moment. I could have been quicker. I could have shot the girl in armor sooner. Mike could still be here. Mike and those now 16 others.
Crews are still cleaning the wreckage from the crash. I have been contemplating visiting the site tomorrow, but I fear nothing good will come of it.
In the GCPD;s records, Michael Lane is officially dead. Cause of death unknown. Now, today, Gordon and his men are cleaning out his house in the investigation of his connection to the explosion. I called in sick today so I could fix the mess made from the fight between the birds and members of the Black Glove and to seal the trap door to cut off the draft from the bunker. Putting the putty on the ceiling was difficult with my shoulder getting hurt from the Sky Slayer catching the line I shot 11 nights ago. So many things I could have done differently to have avoided Michael's fate.
As I finally find myself sitting down in the computer chair, I hear the footsteps of the GCPD above me. I hear their voices, but I can't make out their words. Michael's identity as Azrael and my connection to him is unknown to the GCPD. Right now, I'm safe. I look at Michael's hood and hold my hurt shoulder as reminders of that fateful night. This is the second hero I've seen fallen during my vigilante career. I can't give this same pain to my family