Preparations

The time has come. I am ready. I WILL find Balboa. NO ONE will stand in my way. Not when I have this rusty, razor sharp shard of iron. They don’t need to know that I won’t actually use it. Not again. Intimidation is all that I need.The possibility of being gutted like a pig and left to die in the middle of the street is motivation enough.

The woman from the Laundromat is just the beginning. EVERYONE is in on it. I’ve seen her. Talking to those people. They could only be talking about one thing. Balboa. I’ve even followed the people she talked to and the people that they talked to. In all, every person in the entire city is part of the plot.

Now, I just have to “talk” to every single person in this city. One of them is bound to squeal.

Only I heard the gunshot. The girl collapsed in a pool of her own blood. The smirk. Anger. His blood on my hands.

I MUST save Balboa.

A crowd. Good. No one will notice one person leaving the group. Especially when they are all preoccupied with that man getting arrested. He looks familiar. Ah, he was the one on top of the bank. Thinks he’s Jesus.

Got to get one on the outskirts. Almost there. Someone is watching me. I sense it.

The sewers. A guy was watching me. I saw his eyes peeking out from underneath the manhole over. He looks diseased. How long has he been watching me?

He’s one of their spies. Why else would he live in the sewer? The quickest way to travel in the city. No worries about traffic, road work, or construction.

I have to be careful now. Make sure he doesn’t follow me. Should be easy enough.

Must find him. He killed her. The damn smirk. Evil. She did nothing. Good. I thought. He destroyed everything. He opened my eyes. I truly saw the world for the first time.

I am prepared. I know now. Balboa. I’m coming.