With the operative resources on hand, tracking the traitor was more or less elementary. A subway ticket stub provided the first important clue. Operatives strategically dispersed throughout the subway system quickly interrogated witnesses and isolated information leading to the informant's fair-weather friends, and thus, as was not unexpected, to the informant himself. The operatives let him run, but not very far. He died fighting in the street, his body left to rot in the cursed sun.
Yes, I took a certain pleasure in it.
The traitor runs into trouble:
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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city:
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And back to our furry friend:
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There were alot of people there. Please dont think i'm saying that OB did everything. We just did a hell of alot.
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