I just have to wonder if working ops on a traveling freelance basis once again wouldn’t be just the thing to rejuvanate my career.
But then again I think of the mayors nephew, his face distored with tears and terror, the GAP employees who asked for my autograph, and had to settle for a cover identity’s signature, the flashbangs, and their acrid scent, the small of napalm in the evening breeze, as I crouch behind a shopping cart in the parking lot, the target practice with my dearest comrades and friends, the members of my teams, and our live fire exercises -- Can I leave it all behind? should I?
Or is my life better spent as the silent, alert, stalwart, invisible guardian of the free mall…
I cannot tell.