Waking on the morning of his freedom, Wade rose and took his last shit as an incarcerated felon. Sitting and thinking he cops a solid whack across the head from Robbo’s pillow ‘For fuck’s sake Wade, coulda dumped that as a free man’. Responding ‘It’s all good, I am free and leaving this shit behind me’ Wade had work to do.
Completing his morning cell bound work out, all he could think about was getting out and hunting the people who murdered his family and who lead to his arrest for the failed (Blackmailed) armed robbery of an Armaguard truck.
On release Wade was the ideal reformed convict, attending D&A councililing and anger management, as well as regular work as a Heavy Equipmenr tire fitter, through a contact of Robbo’s. Ball breaking work no doubt, though it kept him on the straight and narrow. Allowing more freedom to begin the hunt for his families killers. Wade cursed himself for a fool to allow someone to get so close and to bring a son into this world, especially in his line of work.
Though something stirred inside him, something not felt before through his troublesome
life...hope, trust and dare he admit, love.
Eventually Wades parole was lifted and his line of enquiry pointed towards Eastern Europe, Chernarus.