Was Made For Swallowing- -john Thompson- Ggg-... — I

“Then let me do what I was made for,” he said.

He stepped forward. Voss stepped back.

She frowned. “You want to swallow a bomb? Yourself?” I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

“You can push that button,” John said. “I’ll fall apart right here. But the samples are already with a journalist. And my body—what’s left of it—will be a crime scene they can’t bury.” “Then let me do what I was made for,” he said

And tonight, he intended to swallow the whole damn company whole. She frowned

He shook his head. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, lead-lined canister. Inside was a sample he’d taken from the culvert—a slurry of heavy metals, industrial runoff, and something else. Something he’d found in the soil beneath the facility’s oldest holding tank.

The recall order came on a Tuesday. “Unit GGG-7 will report for systemic deconstruction.”