HonorThe guard watched as I passed, the dim light making his expression impossible to make out. When Scott and I had come to check the place out yesterday, he had told us if we came on Mr. Rigger’s property again, he would fine us for trespassing. Whatever. As if money matters. But, seeing as I didn’t need any unnecessary attention, I was careful to keep on the road this time. I simply studied the place as I walked by. Two guard dogs and this well-paid mercenary. They would be easy enough. His real security lied in his anonymity, and we had already surpassed that. &Honor
Devious Journal Entry
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Once again Biscuit Dough Hands Man slips through our fingers!
im a retard
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Once again Biscuit Dough Hands Man slips through our fingers!
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He who sups with the devil must have a Long Spoon.
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