I had come back to Arklay not exactly to pick up where I left off, that group has long since left and the cut-throat life of a criminal while fun somehow doesn’t feel like who I want to be here, the people seem nice, really nice…

shit, I suppose I have made a cardinal mistake by actually getting to know people here rather than keeping it strictly business.  But it’s fine, still mercenary work available I guess and it’ll act as cover if they think I’m just a regular survivor.  A contact said he has work for me, soon I hope, as much as getting to know people is different I miss the old life, fuck, I need to kill something for money before I forget how to do this shit efficiently and become as slap-dash and lazy like some of these other mercs say in their compounds drinking moonshine and regressing back to their fucking childhood.