How the Wired Weep

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This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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In my world you're always looking over your shoulder. Evade and escape is the game. To remain still makes you a target. A sitting or standing one doesn't matter. Always be on the move until you're sure it's safe to stop. The training I've had was for a reason: survival.

London is a war zone. My battleground is the street. My unit is on a hearts and minds campaign to keep control and maintain law and order through gathering intelligence.

I started dealin' young. I was nine years old when I got into this game. I'd move anythin' they asked me. They knew that because of my age I wouldn't get charged. Apparently at nine you don't know nothin' so can't know what you're doin' is against the law. Screw that! I knew everythin' I was doin' were wrong. That's why I did it!

* As far as notorious, or would-be notorious, criminals go, Troy seems like an unlikely name. It really doesn't command respect or fear. It's mundane enough that it comes across as verisimilitude

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Justified

Raylan

How the Wired Weep