Could be the last day of my life, or Tony's life or Reach's life, or even Robert's.
Could also be the day that the three of us get out Robert without a single hitch in our plans.
Or something in between.
I saw what Reach carved...
I carved my own thing underneath it with my knife...
"Omis tui substructio sunt possidere ad nobis."
A message, to Redlight.
A meme made true.
My Latin is rusty, excuse me.
I think I'm giggling at my joke now...it's hysterical and probably waking the others but, hey, I need it.
If I don't update at the end of the day, I insist every single one of you takes a shot of brandy in my memory. And spelling all your outpourings of emotion in the Queen's English would be a lovely touch.
Delta-Fucker is going to be hunting Tensor on the outskirts of our...thing. But if the price of his help is the P.T.C getting their hands on Robert before us and then "Handing him over to us" later, he can go fuck himself.
Catch you on the flip side, friends,