[Reaper carried many of his old contacts over to this abhorrant existence. He knew weapon's dealers, drug dealers, casino owners and all manner of shady individuals. His job had been to keep a bead on such scummy underbelly of most places. Follow the money, follow the drugs, follow the weapons, follow the troops... that was his motto.
He shrugged his shoulders, and it was certainly viable to assume that's all he was doing. He wasn't about to tell anyone differently. Let them assume.]
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He shrugged his shoulders, and it was certainly viable to assume that's all he was doing. He wasn't about to tell anyone differently. Let them assume.]
I suppose I crossed over posthumous.