Ayy lmao

yall didnt read the sequel so im dissappointed + the final chapter i guess

Why am I still getting notifications of people giving this votes and comments? Good question, but I'll do you one better. Why have none of you read the sequel? It's been like four years since I wrote this first book and honestly? This is probably the most I'll ever achieve in life. 2.5k reads. That's pretty good for a depressed bastard just fucking around. I don't really know where I was going with this paragraph, so if any of you are still reading this god-forsaken book for some reason, then here's the last chapter. It's translated to English, too, for all of you non-dead-meme speakers out there.

Anyway READ IT

https://www.wattpad.com/story/89775768-ayy-lmao-dat-sequel

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Adam stared into the duffel bag, his gaze blank.  Rene had worked her ass off to get him all the guns and ammo he'd need, and yet the weapons offered him no comfort. He'd usually found that the time spent preparing for an operation was the calmest he'd ever felt, but now his nerves were on fire and he felt like throwing up everything he'd eaten the past week. Was it because he knew what came next?

He must have been emptily eying the stockpile for a while because a knock at the doorway shook him out of his trance. Adam turned to see Rene leaned against the metal frame, her arms crossed.

"You gonna be okay?" she asked.

"It's not my first rodeo. Not even my first time going in solo."

"I know, it's just..." She ran a hand through her hair and dropped her gaze. "You've been waiting to go against Lionel the whole year. This is finally it. This is the moment we've been working toward all this time."

"You think I don't know that?"

Rene looked very unimpressed.

"That's not it and you know it. I mean, you two used to be, well..."

"That's in the past. He's a terrorist, remember?"

"Adam," she started, but he didn't let her finish.

"If you're trying to bring up those emails again, I'll stop you right there. We're not the bad guys here. They are. Interpol's not the ones bombing all of Europe's government facilities, remember?"

"You don't have to tell me that."

"Then stop trying to make me second guess everything. It's the last thing I need right now."

Rene retreated back into herself and Adam immediately regretted it, not that he'd say it out loud. For the past year, the only thing he'd been able to trust was the fact that Lionel had gone rogue and was taking lives. Rene had been trying to make him question Interpol since day one. He didn't blame her. In the beginning, he'd had his own doubts. But after seeing firsthand what Lionel was capable of in Brussels, he'd resolved to bring him down.

And now that it was time to do that exact thing, he was getting cold feet like an amateur.

"Sorry, Rene. Just... Can you leave me be for a bit? It's the last mission and I need to be in the right headspace."

"Sure thing, Americano," she said before leaving.

Just one more mission, Adam said to himself. Just one more and then it's all over.

He was left to his thoughts until an alarm went off to tell him it was time to move out.

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Adam was dropped 2500 yards from the target industrial building. He scoped out the area for a bit and checked the radar often. Once dusk started approaching, he moved to a tallish building near the target site and made his way to the roof. The duffel bag he'd been been hauling around was a little unwieldy, and the relief his shoulders felt when he dropped the bag and unloaded the sniper rifle was indescribable.