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MIB Ambush; Goodbye Pops
Day 6 of the Diary of Magnus Cray
At dusk we left the smoking remnants of the Lord Swagger Jack’s trailer behind. The kid took it all pretty damn well — the loss of his childhood home and the death of his father. Tougher than he looks.
As we drove away he touched the crucifix dangling from his rearview mirror a few times and mouthed something.
“I didn’t realize Gnostics had prayers like that. Then again, I didn’t realize Gnostics still existed.”
“I’m not saying Gnostic prayers,” Jack said. “I’m saying the traditional stuff. My dad would appreciate that.”
It was the one and only time where he looked like he might cry. Just a moment, his lips got real tight and his eyes kind of scrunched up, and then it was gone, blasted away by the sound of Green Jelly’s “Three Little Pigs” cranked up to maximum volume.
“This was my dad’s favorite song,” he said.
I laughed but caught myself.
“Nah, man. It’s cool. He thought it was funny, too. That’s why he loved it. He also had…
