# Chp 155: PTA?
{Alex Kirk. Night.
Port Altemben. Vlysimn}
Bitch Sophie did whatever she was doing. What an annoying wench she was. I clicked my tongue and shook my head. Should I sell out the revolutionary bastards? I wanted to do that, but well, if they stop their revolution apparently boss' plans would be pushed back! I couldn't just let it go to ruins.
This was important.
I couldn't sell them out, though I had the chance to. I knew all the compromising information that I would need to convict them right now, but I couldn't use them.
Time to get out of this peacefully.
"In that case, shouldn't there be any wounds or marks on her body?" I asked. Simple but effective. It was more important to go out and get the bastards who were planning to burn the whole city down. Though I decided to not sell them out, weren't they already pretty far in some deep shit with the police already on their asses?
Fuck.