Spectre reminds me of all those MLG fanboys that get their titties in a twist when they loose a game of CoD. Which is interesting because many 'MLG fanboys' are around twenty years of age.

Chapter 36 felt short, but powerful. I was wondering how PC would finally come to the inevitable conclusion about her boss, but to have it so simply personal, hat's off to you.

Her happy smile left her as the spark of life in her eyes dimmed. Jamboree crumpled the the ground in a heap as the smoking barrel of a suppressed weapon snaked it’s way out of the corn row beside us. [snip]
“Why…” I found myself asking.
“She was the nurse here, correct?” Spectre’s cruel tone from minutes ago was gone. Even shielded from the corn, I could’ve almost felt the radiance of the smile I’d been certain she wore. “She was part of the job then. Good job keeping her distracted, even if it was all you were good for.”

Pretty much sums up my general opinion of the story thus-far, to be frank.