Sixty-two hours in a close, sweaty cargo ship gives you lots of time to think.  Time to follow all the pathways that got you on the trek you’re currently on. Enumerate the right choices that led to good things, the wrong choices that led to bad things, and, well, the right choices that led to bad things.  Let’s hope this turns out to be a right choice that leads to bad things that make us stronger.

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The Ace is a big place. Loud music, laughter, smell of whiskey and sawdust. The patrons were a mixed bag, for sure. Working joes rubbin elbows with gamblers and the like. I hadn’t changed out of my coveralls, since we were working a job, I wanted to be ready and the coveralls have some handy pockets for wrenches, grenades and such.

We got us a table in the corner and before the whiskey came a feller walked up to Roark and called him “Kane.” He was sure that Roark was this Kane feller and started jabbering away about Prudence and the plan.

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