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Goosetown Tavern
3242 E Colfax Ave
Denver, CO 80206
Sundays: 7:00 PM
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12:06 PM, August 13, 2012
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Tues. 8:00 CB & Potts, Broomfield Thurs. 8:00 Moe's BBQ (North), Denver
Logan (Goober)

My name's Logan, I'm a mild-mannered 26 working as a software sales engineer by day and quizzing like a madman by night. I live my life to the soundtrack from Brat Pack movies and training montages. I seem to have an unnatural fear of smurfs.

The fog rolled in, keeping the dawn sun to a dim haze. The dark would be better, but in this business you can't always wait for the perfect opportunity. You miss a chance, and that could be the end of it all. I know the life I lead could kill me at any moment, but I won't risk the people I'm here to protect. The people I'm hear to save.

We're all alone on the bridge. Sure, he'll try something, but he knows killing me isn't gonna solve his problem. And he knows Jackie Chan taught me Kung Fu as Jaden Smith's stunt double. I'm not going down without a fight, and the railings are awfully slippery in this weather.

"She loves you," says the shadow.

"Yeah, but she left my heart trampled underfoot."

Code phrases. He thinks he's a pro, but I knew it was him before he got within a hundred yards. We're all alone on the bridge, but that doesn't mean I'm all alone. I'm not naive enough to think he is, either. Not anymore.

"Glad to see ya, Goober. It's been too long, old friend!"

Old friend. Right. Not since Prague. Those words from him sound as wrong as Ms. Frizzle's voice coming from Oscar the Grouch.

"Cut the horse shit, Gibson. Somebody's gone rogue, and you're gonna tell me, or you're gonna get a real close look at this water."

"Fine. Romani and Versace are working for the Japanese."

Damnit. Jackson wasn't gonna be happy. He'd assigned them to the Japanese office in the first place. And now they were gunning for him. At least we know. I can work with this.

"Here's your new passport and fifty grand. Get yourself the hell out of the country and don't come back." 

Gibson wasn't even gonna say goodbye, but I was fine with that. There's no room for emotions in this business. No room for connections. That's what got me in this mess to begin with. Caring about Jackson. I blame it on the boogie, but we both know that's not true. He's going to have to change. Totally change. I can't be there anymore. But I can give him the chance to live.

As I'm walking off the bridge, the bright orange barely visible through the thick haze, I can only hope I get the same chance. But there's no way to know in this world.

....I feel the impact before I hear the shot.....