"Okay, it's alright Lydia," Sophie said.
Sophie has been trying to console me the whole walk back, but it is just not working. I'm inconsolable. That bas.tard made me a fu.cking nut.
I was still sobbing by the time we made it back to our safehouse.
Ha! Safehouse... This "house" is a sorry excuse for a safehouse.
I guess it's better than what we get on most missions.
Most missions we are supposed to be provided shelter from the people who requested our help in the first place. Not when I'm a part of the team though. If I'm there, then usually we're given the worst of the worst. Sometimes we don't get a place at all. One time, in Washington, someone gave us a tarp and some string, and called it good.
Fu.cking ridiculous.
This place though... is a total dump. It's a house in the middle
