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Andrew sat on a pew with his hands clasped in front of him. His cane rested across his lap, his forearms resting on top of it. He opened his hands to see the steel cartridge in them. Andrew had carried at around since he was targeted in the Steel Cartridge operation. Why did they kill Monique and let him live? That was something he had never found out, but he knew that he wanted to. He gently sighed as he heard footsteps crunching on the gravel outside.











