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Anti-terrorist squad? Covert operation? Thirty years of service to the Republic and they never even sent Eceil veterans pay. They didn’t pay for his surgeries, they never gave him a medal, and they wouldn’t even mail his parents a condolence. Tens years later they finally get in touch with him and it’s to send him on one last mission. If it wasn’t for the money they were offering him Eceil would of ditch all of this way back at the briefing.
Eceil didn’t head to the hotel after the briefing. Rather he spent evening wandering the lower streets going from bar to bar. The ale flowed over his senses and drowned out that little whisper of the force in the back of his mind. He lost himself in the swarm of people and for a while Eceil even forgot who he was. He found his hotel again, where he immediately past out on the floor of his room alone and surprisingly at some form of peace with himself.
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