I came to this House for protection, and maybe a bit of cash on the side to keep living my life.
Skull Fortresses? Armed guards? Playing some fucked up game of Counter-Strike in a castle to neutralize a proxy enclave? Getting captured, beaten, shocked…And seeing Spence, once again taking the limelight as the most dangerous thing in my life. For in all the confusion, in all of the terror…none was so horrible as Spencer Fitzgerald. The one who pays me, the one whose house I live in, the one who I really can’t say jack-all about as long as I continue to make use of his hospitality.
So I won’t.