A LETTER TO ALL DEFECTORS

[Reggie]

This letter is pinned on the bar in the Agora, as well as in several other places.​

Yo, defectors,

This here's a warning, straight from the heart of the streets, and you best pay attention. I’m talkin’ to you sorry-ass punks who ditched the Combine but still got the nerve to wear that cursed metropolice uniform like it’s somethin’ to be proud of.

You think you can just walk around, wearin' that badge of oppression and not catch heat for it? Think again! You’re like freakin’ Nazis still sportin’ their SS uniforms like they didn’t do no wrong. The streets don’t forget, man. We know what that uniform represents, and we ain’t havin’ it.

You defectors are treading on thin ice, and I’m tellin’ ya, it’s about to crack. You better shed those damn uniforms fast, ‘cause the moment I or any of my brothers and sisters see you in them, consider that your final damn mistake.

This ain’t a joke, it ain’t a threat, it’s a fuckin’ promise. You don’t know who’s watchin’, and trust me, you don’t wanna find out the hard way. So, consider this a golden opportunity – a single chance to make things right.

Ditch that poison you’re wearin’ and maybe, just maybe, you can start walkin’ the path to redemption.

This ain’t a negotiation. Take it or leave it. But know this, there ain’t no goin’ back once the line’s crossed.

You’ve been warned,
CJ