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"I think I can probably find somewhere to put you to work."

This was the important bit. This was the crucial bit.

Garrett Hunter was going to fuck some shit up.

Unless this guy meant work, like, steering the boat or some shit. But it couldn't mean that, that would be stupid, obviously they had a guy steering the boat, people swabbing the deck or whatever, that hardly qualified as helping, and Garrett had said fight, hadn't he? Yeah, he had, and this guy would've rejected him outright if that wasn't what he meant by help. Yeah, okay, overthinking time was over- the question was, what could he do? Where? With what? It wasn't as though he had a weapon that wasn't a fucking net gun which honestly didn't deserve a word as badass as "weapon" to describe it. Were they gonna give him a gun? Not that he gave a shit either way. Guns weren't his style.

Though if you're gonna be off fighting terrorists, you've gotta fuckin' make guns your style.

...Jesus, "off fighting terrorists", sounds like some Counter-Strike shit.


"What's your load out?"

It took a moment for Garrett to figure out what the hell he was talking about. "I haven't got shit, really. I have this bullshit net gun-" he held it up- "which I'm gonna go ahead and guess isn't worth shit against terrorists. Or anyone else on this island. I mean...if Maxwell Lombardi comes running down this beach and you need someone to beat the shit out the limey bastard, I'm all over it." He grinned. Couldn't help it. The prospect of a real fight cheered him up, as did the prospect of beating Lombardi's head in. "Except that he's probably got a gun, so probably not, but hell, a guy can dream."

He handed in the net gun. Honestly, he liked this guy already. He could tell from the look in his eye that he was itching for a fight just as badly as Garrett himself. As he stepped up into the boat he turned around for a long look at this godforsaken place. He'd lost things here, of course, but he'd found them. He'd found he didn't hate Belle, he'd found there were girls worth fighting with, he'd found there was really shit worth fighting for. Fighting for the sake of fighting was one thing. Fighting for the sake of starting trouble was pretty much the same. But fighting to save people- that was some superhero shit, wasn't it? That was real. That meant something.

God, what had he been wasting his whole life on?

"I'm ready." Garrett looked away from the island. That was the past, now. His immediate future was gonna be a bloodbath, but it was gonna be a hell of a lot of fun.

Liz had started this revolution.

Garrett was going to end it.

B138, GARRETT HUNTER: ELIMINATED
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