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I don’t know when my world got to be so complicated. It used to be simple; get the bad guys, let the really bad guys get on with things so long as they paid well. With Montgomery Striker around that hasn’t been the easiest thing to do. Especially since Jimmy done went and lost his mind. Giovanni and I had been cleaning up pretty good financially. Letting Jimmy see the files on the Bounty Hunters and Marshalls so he knew who he could squeeze to get control of San Francisco. We didn’t bother to let Wade in on it. He was always too much of a straight arrow. Now we got ourselves the very Bounty Hunter Jimmy’s been looking for and the Bitch is a Werewolf too. This sucks. I did manage to get the word to them that they were here. When no one was looking at me I sent out a call over the radio. Glad they left the towers in place or I wouldn’t have been able to do that. Now I gotta find a way to get in on this plan of theirs and pass it along if I wanna keep reaping the benefits of life. They stopped paying right around the time Jimmy declared himself King of San Francisco. That wasn’t just us spouting off. He really has taken over and now they’re eating people. Ugh, if I wasn’t so far in it I’d come clean, but if I try and help them now and they see me, I’m deader than a roach in a chicken coop. I wander over to the table and they’re talking strategy. Danny wants to go at them from afar. She knows that she’s no match one on one and won’t risk getting herself or anyone else hurt. I’d hope she was the go in guns blazing type. Her profile read like a reckless madman. Or rather woman as the case now proves. I wonder if Jimmy knows about that little fact or not. They seem to think he doesn’t know. I should be sure to fix that straight away. Until I can get near the radio again I need to just be nice and quiet.