A little town where everyone knows everyone's names and the entire population learns when you fart. I feel home already.
[And that's some truth in this whole friendly act thing - Burgess is, in fact, a close knit community too. The fact Jack hasn't been there in years is irrelevant, some memories never leave, especially this young lad's mind. Not when they work as his motivation.
The warmth almost (and only almost) makes Jack feel a little guilty for playing with the cop like this. He's in for the thrill of the chase and the loot, he doesn't want to hurt anybody - that much is true, just like he told the night in the museum. But this... this is simply too good to let it pass. And he has to admit, he doesn't get to enjoy such a kindness often. (He shouldn't get used to it, he knows, this is just a game - but nothing wrong with dreaming a bit, right?)]
Vikings, huh? I'll have to modify those paper hats then, make them horny helmets instead. Think I should get one too? To stand out less?
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[And that's some truth in this whole friendly act thing - Burgess is, in fact, a close knit community too. The fact Jack hasn't been there in years is irrelevant, some memories never leave, especially this young lad's mind. Not when they work as his motivation.
The warmth almost (and only almost) makes Jack feel a little guilty for playing with the cop like this. He's in for the thrill of the chase and the loot, he doesn't want to hurt anybody - that much is true, just like he told the night in the museum. But this... this is simply too good to let it pass. And he has to admit, he doesn't get to enjoy such a kindness often. (He shouldn't get used to it, he knows, this is just a game - but nothing wrong with dreaming a bit, right?)]
Vikings, huh? I'll have to modify those paper hats then, make them horny helmets instead. Think I should get one too? To stand out less?