The warning sign that he was spending too much time in his shabby, worn out office in the slums was when he'd woken up at his desk and thought a Jabberwocky was hovering over his desk — resulting in him firing a couple rounds from his gun that ended up embedded in the wall.
In truth he felt so close at times that he overworked himself, pushing himself to keep following leads that could help him bring down the gangsters overwhelming the streets like filthy rats. He knew it, and yet it was hard to stop himself. He didn't have anyone to help him either, especially not after his own Captain had betrayed him. Trust was nonexistent to the Lieutenant now, and he could feel it pulling at his mental health. So, he did the next best thing he could think of —
Work at his Military compound office instead. At least it was brighter and cleaner, the soft hum of electronics keeping him awake along with the soft chatter of people walking back and forth past his office.
But still, he works — works himself to the bone, a glass of rum on his desk helping to bolster him along. It's not healthy in any way, but it works. At least, he pretends it does. Perhaps he needs a night off from the stack of paperwork in front of him, but Heath is loathe to do it on his own...
Posted 07-23-2023, 10:36 PM
Watch Dogs
