Returning to Newtown

I never thought I'd walk this place again. I had hoped it had burned. We had walked these halls, hoping for a chance of vengeance and all we go was more signs of how bad we were being used. The CS used us like test monkeys. But even they weren't the ones pulling the strings. The puppetmaster wasn't even aware of their own strings. Irony. Fuck 'em.
 
I ran into this dude. Jumpy guy. Calls himself "Green Brother". What the fuck. Good with a rifle, and silent. Seems willing to be able to do the hard work, so no complaints right now. He's hunting for the Vallix. Makes him even better, plus he's willing to fight the CS. I might have to hire him when this is all done. Shame I don't have a credit to my name right now. If Julian is down here, though, money ain't the issue.