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It was the finishing touch, a simple sign hanging over the double doors at the entrance of the new sprawling Toolbox satellite office.
A sign that read: "For a loser,Vegas is the meanest town on earth."
Hunter S. Thompson had said it.
Ian Rothcraft sought to prove it irrefutably.
Soon, the offices would be teeming with employees whom Ian had handpicked. He already had a promising pupil in Faith, and he had high hopes for Ms. Carpenter. And they were just the beginning. He wanted more. Always more.
These offices required a certain type of talent. Full of ambition. Devoid of emotion.
Able to do the things Ian did best.
Only winners need apply -- winners who would weed out the weak, tear down the mighty, ruin the proud.
Capitalize on the losers.
Ian nodded. This Toolbox branch would unleash something very mean on the meanest city on earth.
And it was open for business.
A sign that read: "For a loser,Vegas is the meanest town on earth."
Hunter S. Thompson had said it.
Ian Rothcraft sought to prove it irrefutably.
Soon, the offices would be teeming with employees whom Ian had handpicked. He already had a promising pupil in Faith, and he had high hopes for Ms. Carpenter. And they were just the beginning. He wanted more. Always more.
These offices required a certain type of talent. Full of ambition. Devoid of emotion.
Able to do the things Ian did best.
Only winners need apply -- winners who would weed out the weak, tear down the mighty, ruin the proud.
Capitalize on the losers.
Ian nodded. This Toolbox branch would unleash something very mean on the meanest city on earth.
And it was open for business.