Chapter 42: Ratchet

I was a sleeper. I had no memories. I had debts. So I became a soldier. A sniper. That was my branch. And I became a Hound. By luck or misfortune, I apparently had more than a little talent. With twelve subordinates and one dog in tow, I lived a reasonably pleasant life. Lived. Yes, past tense. I lost. I was taken prisoner. As a sniper who had been more than competent, I had inflicted a fair amount of damage on the enemy. So it was only natural that I was tormented and marked for…