I'm not your typical guy. I work things as practically as possible. I mean if it works, it works, ya know? Don't try to fix something that isn't broken because one of two things will happen. You'll either break it or, worse, it'll break you. This is something I learned on the job. Twelve hour rotating shift work is tough stuff and it can really bring out the worst in people. Whether it's work ethic or attitude, moral is gonna dip, and everyone is gonna turn bad in some way or another.
Now, this one time, I was working on a motor. It was a night shift and those things last for-fucking-ever. I was already tired from the past week of being on this shift and the damn thing from eight at night to eight the next morning. Then you check out and drive an hour, if you're lucky, back home before grabbing some quick food and a few hours of sleep. It's shitty hours but it pays really well. Not that there's anything to be done with the money since you're either working or sleeping. The never ending cycle can turn a man into a lifeless drone if he isn't careful and, most of the time, they aren't. Oh yeah, the motor... right. This fucking thing was designed to fail. It was a motor designed to run a pump that drained water from the retaining sump it was built in. This thing was supposed to be water tight but, ya know, when does anything ever work the way it's supposed to? So here I am, rewiring the damn thing all by myself in an empty plant. Most people had gone home for the night. That's when I heard the announcement. The plant operations coordinator called out that there had been a casualty in the facility next door. The switchgear room had caught fire, as we later found out was because of some shoddy maintenance, and I had to drop everything because they needed every body they could find to be initial responders until the fire department could show up. So I went to the gear locker and grabbed some light firefighting equipment, threw it on, and ran to the nearest extinguisher to the room and waited for the all clear. The door was closed but you could see a whole bunch of smoke pouring out of the cracks between the door and the frame. Scariest thing is, I had not idea what was on the other side. The announcement came that the power had been removed from the source and we were given the all clear to enter the room and combat the fire. Others were arriving on scene with a hose in case things got bad. I had about 45 seconds worth of continuous use in the extinguisher I had grabbed. At least, that's what they were rated to. I tested the extinguisher and had a buddy open the door. Logan was a good guy and I trusted him to have my back if anything went wrong in there. He helped me fight that damn fire that wasn't all as big as we had thought. It was mostly contained to one unit and was out in a matter of minutes. We both used nearly all of our bottle and managed to preserved the unit and switchboard by not having to use the hoses. Thank god, too, because that would've made for a hell of a cleanup. We waited to make sure the fire didn't re-flash and once the fire department arrived we were given the clear to leave. That was a full hour later. The best part is, having sweated my ass off and run around in that gear, I now had the pleasure of going back to my maintenance. The rest of the story? I'll spare you the details. It was a long fucking night and I did some shit I'm not proud of to make sure the thing worked. That's all I cared about. Making it work made the boss happy and that's all I needed to do to keep the night from going any worse. Did my integrity fail? Yeah. Yeah it did. But would anyone else have done it differently? Doubt it.
So, here I am, not using integrity in the slightest to get the things done that need to be done. I've hunted down and brought damn slavers to the existing governments in whatever fashion I see fit. Whether it's by injuring them so badly they can't resist, luring them into a trap using live bait, or killing others, they'll be brought to justice for their crimes. Something I honestly don't think they deserve. But hey, how else am I gonna earn enough to survive out here? Electricity is a mild myth nowadays and anyone who creates their own source gets it snatched up by the next greedy guy before he has a chance to enjoy it. I'm in it for the business but I can't let morals get in the way or else I die with them. New Moscow is a shit place anyways. It's the only place I could get away with half the shit I do on the job, anyways. The U.S. wouldn't be the place for this kind of thing. Too many eager justice-minded idiots who will hem you up for doing even the slightest thing out of line. No one here seems to care as long as you get things done. Like I said earlier, if it works, it works. Don't go fixing shit you don't need to. Besides, the girls here are fairly pretty and I don't mind some of the characters who are around the area I "live".