( He shifts in his booth — settling back a little, sinking a little more comfortably into the padding, knees splaying open as he lifts his coffee cup again and brings it toward his lips. Before it touches down, he offers a dry: )
'Far as they know, sure.
( The real number's easily double that, and that's after his discharge from the service. If they took his military record into account...
But they won't, couldn't, because most of it has been redacted. If it weren't already a long list of black strike-throughs blotting out text from special ops missions alone, it sure would've become one after Kandahar. After the people with authority over him began to cover up their tracks, to hide the details. He doesn't know exactly when the corruption started, when he went from soldier to hitman for the US Military, and he doesn't think he'll ever truly find out. But he knows the numbers started climbing much, much higher much, much faster toward the end.
He swallows his coffee, gently thunks the mug back down, and asks: )
no subject
'Far as they know, sure.
( The real number's easily double that, and that's after his discharge from the service. If they took his military record into account...
But they won't, couldn't, because most of it has been redacted. If it weren't already a long list of black strike-throughs blotting out text from special ops missions alone, it sure would've become one after Kandahar. After the people with authority over him began to cover up their tracks, to hide the details. He doesn't know exactly when the corruption started, when he went from soldier to hitman for the US Military, and he doesn't think he'll ever truly find out. But he knows the numbers started climbing much, much higher much, much faster toward the end.
He swallows his coffee, gently thunks the mug back down, and asks: )
That gonna be a problem?