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h_u_n_k_ (
h_u_n_k_
) wrote in
evilinresidence
,
And even as the line goes dead, in the darkening room with the cold gray walls, the man known only as HUNK by everyone
(
except Nick
)
he works with, is still.
And then, a rictus smile ghosts across his face.
The phone dropping into the cradle is deafeningly loud. The hum of the artificial lights is still the only noise.
It's been good talking to the Jackal.
There's very few soldiers like him he's had a rapport with.
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