by Steven Douglas Elwood

Recently, Frank and Jack treated Albert with less and less dignity. It's not that they ever did treat him right, but it was getting worse. They treated him like he was just a tool. Then he realized for the first time that's all he is to them, a tool. At times he thought he was a member of the organization; he felt like he belonged to something bigger than himself. The realization came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks. His delusion faded; he was nothing to them, just a way for them to get their drugs free and easy. And now they could do their murders by remote control. The more he thought about this, the more his anger burned. His anger and resentment would be his strength.