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Out of the guys I “hangout” with there's, Simon the thirty something bar owner who seems to be all over the place. Then there's Jack the paramedic, who's a hard one to pin down. Then there's Christopher the marketing executive and the friend who's not a friend. Finally there's Jake the piano player, and the one I think I might be in love with.
‘We meet again, Satoru Soma,’ said a voice behind Rescue One.
Satoru turned around, and saw Train standing there. He was a large man, covered in the metallic amour, from his neck down. His head was inside a large dome; his face was pale, and bald.
‘Why destroy this building?’ asked Satoru. ‘There’s no money here, it’s just an office.’
‘It doesn’t mean it you wouldn’t show up,’ said Train.
‘All this, to get us here?’
‘And to kill you.’
I followed him for hours; he didn’t even know I was there. He will know me soon enough and will never forget me. Stephen was his name, another good look bastard who deserves what I’m going to do to him.
I had been following him from the gym to the supermarket and now home. I can see him through his window. I’m watching from the park opposite his home. Through the binoculars I can see inside his flat. I saw him put the shopping away, watching TV, being on the phone. Now he is showering. I’ve been here in the park for over an hour and no one has bothered me.