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JERICHO'S MEMORIES

" Hey, idiot," a familiar voice woke me up. " What are you doing? Wake up."

I opened my eyes slightly and saw Israel standing over me. I groaned and sat up.

" Not you again."

Israel regarded me without enthusiasm. " You got shot again?"

" Multiple times, thank you," I said and stood to my feet. " How many lives have I got now?"

" Seven," Israel said and be suddenly looked angry. " Can't you go over a year without dying? You're wasting lives."

" Well I think I could've lasted a little longer if your beloved brother hadn't drilled my entire body with bullets."

Israel narrowed his eyes. " Umberto?"

" Yeah," I folded my arms. " The bastard's the one who gave Pepi orders to shoot you the night you died."

Israel and I were inside a room I suddenly recognized. It was Smitten's living room.

" Say, why are we here?" I asked when he didn't reply me.

He wandered off to the settee in the room and sat down.

" We're here to know the truth," he answered. " Tell me what happened. I want
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