Outsiders Never Understand


Once this last test is passed I’ll be golden.

That’s what I keep telling myself as I shimmied up the drainpipe.

The first few were so easy they weren’t even a test, though the thing with the dog made me a little sick to my stomach. I love animals.

Still, the test was all about what you could  do, not what you want to do.

Outsiders never understand. They think we’re just a bunch of violent thugs who run around the city in red leather jackets committing crimes. Scaring citizens.

But that’s not it. It’s a brotherhood of the willing.

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