On my way to find a cab to the airport, Judgment and Legion
appeared before me.
“Are you finally ready to do your job?” they asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I know what I have to do. But I don’t like
it.” I spit at their feet. “Why don’t you do it?”
Legion sounded like he was speaking with an ignorant child. “Even
we have rules, Frank.”
They opened a Door. Now I’m back at Omar’s
apartment.
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