The Villa Garibaldi was easy enough to leave - finding the entry point was a little harder. But considering the training I had had in the past, it was inevitable that the opening leading to those grim passages beneath the city would be made all too clear.
Upon making it down there, I was met with a small degree of… resistance. Did you know that a Magnum 4.5 can blow a man's arm off at point blank range? Neither did I - and to this day, I still can't believe it was necessary.
But then, how much of it was necessary?
I apologise - I do tend towards these moods nowadays. I hope you don't mind - the straight faced heroism shown to the media just doesn't befit me on these more private moments. You wanted the real me - here it is.
I've lost count of the men that died down there alone at my hands. Each and every one of them was some sort of deviant - each and every one was deserving of death.
But let me ask you this: was it necessary to kill them?
There was something out in the farthest reaches.
Something beyond what I knew.
Something bizarre. Living. Out on the farthest reaches of Kathmandu.
I'm getting sidetracked.
Oh - the second course is done. Excuse me, if you will.