He had had some time to think. He had realised that one way or another, his old life was over. Even if by some miracle, he could repress what he was there was no escaping it. His mobility was restricted and all the things out there to get him would make his life hell. (and lets not think about colateral damage) From a pragmatic point of view, joining up was the only realisticaly sensible choice.
And then it had hit him that the job of his kind was not entirelly similar to what he had been doing before. In essence, they were hunting for rogues. The difference was of course the perps the spirits rather than people but still, it fitted well. Maybe he was going to have to go for a boring day job but his night job might actually be worth it. That was the one thing that had risen his spirits.
It was now just after 5PM. He had chosen to go at this time to have a chance of anyone being in when he came. He had been able to remember the place where Rifle Breaker had taken him and had parked his car around. This time, he was wearing the bullet proof vest and had the gun under the coat. His paranoia streak rebelled at the idea of separating from them now.
In more casual clotinh now, he walked to the place and knocked on the door.
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