He was dreaming again….
He remembered it because he had not experienced this dream in such a long time.
His father had been a drunk and a womaniser so his redeeming features were few and far between.
However one good thing he had done was teach Jeremiah how to shoot his CAF R7 Wild Boar hunting rifle. Every other day for two years they would go into the darker reaches of lower downtown and shoot rats and some of the larger creatures that lurked in the darkness.
Sometime around Jeremiah’s 13th birthday, his father never came home.
Jeremiah knew it was different this time, this wasn’t his father out getting drunk or whoring, this was permanent.
His mother and sister seemed almost relieved that he was gone, and in truth Jeremiah felt the same way too, however he was now the money earner and that meant him finding work.
He saw his younger version working, though he can’t remember how he got the job. Every night after his shift, he’d go home, see his mother and then go out shooting.
He remembered doing this every day and by the time he was fifteen, he could shoot a man sized target in the head from 250 metres with every shot.
Jeremiah was fifteen when Skin Trade took his mother and sister, he was returning from a night of shooting when he saw the lookouts at the corner of his street.
He knew the area better than they ever would and by passed the lookouts easily, as he approached his home he could hear the screams of his sister and at once knew the reason why.
He slipped in through the back of the building and shot the first interloper through the back of the head before the ganger even knew any one was there.
After that it went very badly from there on.
His dream seems to jump erratically through his memories putting events in a totally random order; however everything that happened that night comes back to him.
The Skin Trade gangers had pounced on him like animals beating with lumps of wood; he remembers being at the point of unconsciousness when he heard the first shot and then the silhouettes of SLA Operatives.
They had saved his life but not prevented his mother and sister being taken.
They took his battered body to a medical facility and one of them even stayed with him. That operative was a female Ebon, he couldn’t remember her name but she had been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
His dream whirled and clouded over then came back into focus as he walked into a SLA Industries recruiting office
Then he woke up
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