Where the cops fucking got it from was a mystery Hense wasn’t willing to part with, but they had it in spades; Hense had given me a carton of unmarked coffin nails and a flask without blinking an eye. Back in Englewood I could have bought half the fucking town for what I sucked down greedily, and I regretted not a goddamn moment. My head still ached, and the flashing red exclamation mark in the corner of my HUD was annoying. I glanced at the Monk, who stood silently next to me like a statue, which is what most existing Monks were these days. After I’d destroyed Dennis Squalor—except for the ghost still living in my head, sometimes deigning to speak to me—and the Electric Church, the resulting Monk riots caused by several million Monks around the System suddenly being free of the Church’s control and able to express the sizzling horror and pain they’d been feeling had ended with most of them shot in the head by the cops, who for once were good for something. The few who’d survived that got erased after my old pal Kev Gatz had tried to murder the world with the Plague—after that, I don’t think more than a few dozen operational Monks remained.
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