I took the fire escape down to the street and hailed a cab. I really fucked up with the main artery thing and I didn't get the information the Lynch Pin wanted. If I didn't get the gun back to Stick by noon the next day he would send his buddies out looking for me. I was a bad risk.I decided to hold on to the gun and wait for the call from Stick or the Lynch Pin. The cab dropped me at the studio and I hung a painting over where I think the fibre optic lens of the camera is hidden. That's where I am now, watching the blue smoke of my Chesterfield rising, watching the