Sure, it was my first gig for them, but still), I wondered quite how terrorists had managed to even get to Liberty Island, given the stringent security checks.īut I couldn’t be worrying about that now. But I’d have to get the boat out there first.Īs I stood in line (it seemed I had a fair amount of support – I felt slightly patronised that Unatco had felt it necessary to send quite so many reinforcements. I’d been told to meet Paul – JC’s brother, apparently – on the dock once I arrived. The NSF leader was hiding out at the top of the statue, and the whole of Liberty Island was said to be swarming with his armed goons. Bit of a weird bloke, augmented up to the eyeballs. Some terrorist organisation – the NSF – had taken one of our guys hostage. And contrary to what past Unatco-related endeavors had taught me, New York does actually see daylight.

Fuck, it was well into the 30s (or “90s”, as the Americans like to think) all week: it was too fucking hot for trench-coats. Their usual guy, some dude named JC, wasn’t around – and I’m their next go-to-guy in line. Strictly speaking, I wasn’t telling the truth.

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