It pains me ever so much to tell you that our good friend, Shattered Stars, fell as a hero did, on a hot and sweltering summer day. It smelled of magnolias, those sweet magnolias that Mammy used to garland the veranda with. Yet he fell fighting those Rebs, a-hollering and a-making a right fuss. If I sound bitter, I suppose I should avail myself of the opportunity to say that they too were brave men --boys really-- fighting for a cause they felt was just and honorable. But if providence invokes itself with the same fervor and reason that we do, I pray that our cause may be judged the more just, and that in the end, all the blood spilt shall help birth a newer and better covenant.
Enclosed is twenty dollars, and some of that Virginny tobacky that you like. We are on maneuvers, heading to the town of Gettysburg. I pray that I may write to you again in time.
I was thinking about it, but I quite honestly am not sure what I plan to do with Marcus. Shady dealings in the underworld and a future stint with the IK, for sure. Specifics, I just don't know.
Word, can you think of anyone else to add to our crew? And I was thinking we could do a thread where Gabriel and Gar are both trying to rob the same target or something, we meet up mid-crime, before we can kill each other the security busts in and we have to work together to escape. Sounds good?