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Booker nodded in attempts to acknowledge what he did know as Adam explained it: the women, the time, the effort, the disasters, the tragedy, the lies, the unresolved ending. He licked his lips and waited for Adam to finish his sentence and when he didn't he simply shrugged. "He doesn't belong there, it's just the government covering it up. I've known one too many of these situations. That's the bottom line. Isaac can't be faulted for the shit he's seen the things he's had to do. Even if it's.. unimaginable I knew him well enough to know that he's not making it up and you and I both know the world well enough to expect this kind of shit to be .. out there." See, the thing was Booker wasn't a man met by monsters, he was the monster that met the men--woman.. children..
If anyone belonged in that place it was him. His green eyes looked from Adam to his drink then he quickly finished it off before sighing. "What are we going to do with him?" Adam, though not without his own share of demons, was the most level headed of the three. He had a knack for well thought out plans. Booker didn't. He was shoot first then ask questions which never worked out well for him.
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