Merry fuckin new year.

Hey there ya fuckers. Salome here. I just got of the phone with Ember, the kid is fine physically, though mentally a little battered. Plus Ember didn't get the information that we needed either. Apparently there was a brawl with Morningstar's crew. Fuckin party crashers.

Why they were invited to a party hosted by their competitors... I have no fuckin idea.

And David was there.

Yeah, that could have been not so fuckin great at all.

Oh, you don't know the backstory. Fuck, Ember, you don't tell them shit, do you?

Ok, so a couple of days ago, Ember got an invitation to go to a new years party for the ones on our side of the fence. Kid didn't want to go, Mother insisted.

And away the poor kid went, and much alcohol was consumed, and everybody fucked... No wait Elaine wasn't there nevermind.

There. Backstory done.

I'd have loved to go, I just got out of hospital today fuck dammit. Got some lovely stitches that will be removed in a couple of weeks or so. But either way, Ember dropped off my gun. There are no people daring to touch me now... Especially since I had a conversation with our fuckin Fixer.

What? No matter what anyone tells you, it went off fuckin accidentally. I wonder how that could have happened.

He used to be an adventurer like me, until he took a bullet in the knee.

Yeah, what? It was fuckin boring in hospital, all I had to keep me company was youtube and fuckin Ember, who doesn't have enough memories to be interesting for long.

Either way, I'll keep listening to Mother. I don't want him to be a liability after all.

Stay at the office Ember, I'll meet you when I get back.

I know you'll probably be dead on the floor when I see you. Fuck you and your wanting to dream. I don't dream and I'm fuckin fine.

Talking of dreams I should get some sleep again.

Seriously Ember? 3 AM? Fuck you.