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Wade was sure that he had never been so pissed off in his life, and that was saying something, considering the kind of life that he'd led up to that point. For them to dishonorably discharge him, for them to frame him like they did after they'd twisted his arm more than a few times to get him to do something he hadn't wanted to in the first place...
He had nobody else to turn to.
His mother was dead years back and he didn't know or care if his dad was rotting in hell. He carried his knapsack over his shoulder as he walked the streets of New York, his stomach telling him that he needed to eat with a loud, displeased growl.
He sighed and decided on the first sandwich shop he saw, walking up to the counter.
"Hey, so, what's the best thing you have here?" he asked the worker, noting the cat on the counter and arching a brow.
