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.