I tried to deny how I felt, the weight of those pistols back in my hands. I told myself I was afraid of the coming storm, that I'd be at the center. But I knew, deep down, I was comforted. Like a child holding their favorite toy, I felt at peace. Safe. At home.
One last job. It really was the last one this time. I didn't know yet whether I should be glad... or disappointed. A storm was coming, and I'd be calling down the thunder.
Starting Max Payne 3 now!