Ganymede//Launchpad (Ghost)
Wow. The Ganymede is magnificent- that I'll give Doc. He is amazing. I'm just a passenger. That is, if they can even get the hulking piece of metal to lift off. Doc is confident. That bastard always is. He's the holding piece in this, and I can tell. He needs his men, and they need him. I guess they need me as well. I'm a merc by nature. A killer by profession. But I don't have my team the same way they have theirs.
Maybe it's the luck. Long time ago I did a job for the Doc and his team. Messy stuff. We had to waste time on cleanup for that one, and got out by the skin of our teeth, whatever that means. I'm not someone who really cares for life or for death. Death is an old friend. It's helped me for years, and comes when I call it.
I guess I'm a sadist. Can't help it, then. It comes with the job. But there's a reason why I'm here. Good thing that Jackal let leak to Doc that there was a merc in town that day long time ago. Has it really been that long? Five years is nothing. The Doc's been in touch since then. Then last week I was offered a place on the Ganymede. Now I'm not a merc. I'm their assassin. It feels good to belong. I hear Glisson still holds against the States. As long as they hold for a week more, we're off.
I wonder how Jackal's doing. God help him, he's like a father to me. The man's old now- almost as old as Doc. Not saying that Doc's old anyway. But even if God ain't gonna help him, he'll get himself out of it. Cheers to Jackal. Cheers to us.
My boy's coming soon. Can't wait to see how much he's grown. How old is he? Sixteen? Seventeen? I haven't seen him in a while. His mother's dead. Cancer is a fucker. I don't miss her, though. She told me not to. At least she's in a better place now, not like us; worrying our ass off.
Doc's gonna kill me if I'm late. He told me not to screw up on the time again. It's eighteen hours now- shit. I'm late.
