They might make me leave, but that could work in my favor. Going home would be way easier than dealing with this shit storm they got brewing. I swear sometimes I'm concerned that this place is just housing a bunch of adults who like acting like teenagers. [ This includes Clint. Clint is the President of this thing. He is the best one at acting like a teenager. Most of this town is just insanely ridiculous for him to fathom though.

Secrets are good. Clint's business is made of secrets. Killing people is real easy when you can keep it a secret like he can. Though he did have a slip up with Ned and the pain killers. He was certain that Ned wouldn't open his mouth though. Hopefully. ] Works for me. Sides you'd have to kill me to get me to tell you--or feed me pain killers and just start asking questions.