<P>One side of the fight was the NSF. The NSF had what they had and got to make do with that. The other side was the corruption in corporate America and their cooperation with the government. Was the government itself. Was Gray Death and all the strings attached to it. Was all the black operations flying over the heads of all the people on this planet. It's just amazing how often people forget to look up.
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<P>And that side could hide behind their desks and their stupid ties and their armies of goons all they wanted. But they were just ordinary people. They thought they had limitless power. They didn't. All it takes is a bullet fired in the right direction and boom, it's all over. They don't seem to get that. They take everything they have for granted and try to take everything they don't have and then take that for granted too.
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<P>Idiots. All of them.
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<P>Anyone who thought he was better than someone else was an idiot. Anyone who thought he ran the world was an idiot. They would kill themselves with their own ignorance.
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<P>Dom yawned. He was tired all the time. It was getting late, but that didn't matter. He was tired all the time because his sleep schedule hardly even existed. He would rest whenever he could, which was not often, and at sporadic times.
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<P>He turned around, meaning to head downstairs, back into the building, when he saw Jess standing in the doorway. She was looking at him.
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<P>"Want something?" Dominic asked, pulling a cigarette from one pocket and a lighter from the other. He put the cigarette in his mouth and clicked the lighter, once, twice, each time emitting a fluorescent glow that broke the surrounding blackness.
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<P>"You smoke?" she said.
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<P>"Not really." He looked at the pack of cigarettes in his hand. He'd been going through a pack a day.