Chapter 11 Company Data In Crisis

• When the rogue tries to spit on me, I laugh. Kneeling, I spat in his face. "You had a poor aim; I thought I would instruct you on how to aim your spit. Now I realize we didn't have a great start; l will even ask please. Will you please tell me where the nearest pack is that you and your rogue cohorts haven't killed yet is?"
• The rogue smiles a toothless grin, letting out an odor from his mouth that reeks of dead onions and other trash I can't label. Covering my nose, I kick him in the face for having such a disgusting smell coming out of his mouth.
• I notice the rogue take a pill out of his pocket and throw it in his mouth, swallowing the pill. He falls over dead. Darn he took a cyanide tablet, killed himself. I look over at my twin and just shake my head and shrug my shoulders.