Lenny looked down at his hands, they had no blood on them right now, a few hours ago would have been different. He pointed at his name badge, then down at the crimson smear on his boot.
"Karl had morals, but they didn't do him no good, got to taste the pointy end up real close. Morals ain't never saved no one. You gotta be able to do two things right in this life - fly and fight. Screw either of those up, and next thing you know you're another Karl."
He let out a nervous laugh, had he told them too much? Oh well too late now...
