A fairly usual day in the drab, yet occupational, Home Guard. Once again assigned to patrolling Pleasant Rd. The city planners are nothing if not imaginative when authorising public works. It is one thing to be forced out of the colonial garrisons where something exciting might actually happen, and another entirely to find yourself on patrol right outside an asylum for the deaf and dumb.
For once my fortune seemed to smile upon me again. The morning has given me the promise of vengeance in the form of a secretive note. It seems that some abiding patron also had a beef with Lamm, probably in some similar vain to myself, and offers the chance, in collaboration with others, of retribution. I cannot deny that my desire to seek said retribution for the floggings and scars I received, let alone the smear left on my name, has provided me with a motivation as strong as any Shilling the King may offer for my loyal services. I pray to our Lord that my service to my King will not interfere with my own personal grievance and that I might be allowed to see justice brought to this particular villain.
With this injustice buried so long, I am not entirely certain I will be able to respect the authority passed from God; through the King to the officers below Him; if I be directed to abandon this path of reckoning should the pursuit of this seed of hope prove righteous.
I have an address and I have an appointed time. I shall bear witness to what this mystery individual proposes to this purported, yet unannounced, 'others like myself' and see where this shall lead.
I vow this. If howsoever this boon in the post can deliver me Lamm, I will take the opportunity for all it is worth and gut the worm. I cannot risk through inaction the chance that Lamm may escape. I know not yet how or where I will come across Lamm, but as things stand; there is no way through but forward.
I ramble now and the hour draws close. 'Time', as a buried friend once said, 'to Sword and Savagery. A moments respite, or a moments hesitation, can kill us all.' On the battlefield, or on the street, truer motivation for living has never been mentioned by the most observant philosopher.
The Lord lend my sword arm strength and sharpen my aim. I go to deliver justly deserved punishment this night.
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