Welll . . . fuck. Deaths this installment: 0. Unlikely conversions of allies to enemies: 1 (maybe) Time to Tim switching fictons to the neck-snapping near future of Splinter Cell: Double Agent: 5 minutes
And . . . .
Holy crap! I can't fucking stop reading now can I? He didn't really leave them, did he? (Ambiguity not on accident.) FUCK!
I have to move the lawn sprinkler, then I have to shift fictons. Sonafabitch!
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EDIT Sorry - Chapter 15 ends at page 310. Man! I do not want to stop reading!