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After a cold-blooded mission that left the Brooks household soaked in silence and smoke, Graygun stood amidst the ruin, his pistol still warm from the kill. The contract had been simple-eliminate every last member of the Brooks family. And yet, as he stared into the tear-streaked eyes of the youngest, a boy no older than eighteen, something faltered inside him. Perhaps it was pity. Perhaps it was the ghost of a soul he thought long buried. Whatever it was, Graygun let the boy live.
He walked away, unaware that in sparing Aaron Brooks, he had planted the seed of his own destruction.