The man of the hour...One...
"My names Emmitt, Emmitt Belquest and well, I'm a mercenary."
"I’m guessing, as job titles go, you might imagine that to be a lofty and arguably bullshit title. A decade ago if someone walked up to you at a party, stuck out their paw and said, “Hey, I’m _____, and I’m a merc,” you would have probably laughed, rolled your eyes, and said “Yeah, and I’m an astronaut.”
"Back in those days, when most people’s idea of a nightmare was getting sick without a way to pay for it, this land of milk and honey had little use for men who killed for profit. Now though, well, as and after the world went to hell, never mind the hand basket, Mercenary has become a perfectly acceptable job title."
"As jobs go nowadays, mercenary is right up there with mechanic, farmer, doctor, bartender, merchant, or whore. Most of us used to be something else back when the words, congress, bank, and creditor, still meant something but those words belong to history now, right up there with Internet Technologies and Social Media Management."
"They say there is a new congress forming back east, but they also assured us all that government relief and troops were on the way back when all this shit started. They told us to move and collect ourselves in easy to find gathering spots for the hordes to find us and then they told us to wait and dig in, to not leave our houses and hold tight while the powers that be sorted it all out. Yeah, they said a lot of things and they can all go right to hell."
