He was the X.O.

He was Scepter 5-5.

His was a job that drove other, lesser men into the ground.

It was the job that made him what he is now, he’d always say.

He took his job seriously so that it wouldn’t be too hard for us, like, for us to stay alive.

I couldn’t tell you if the man was born for the job or the job was invented for a guy like him. Nor would i be able to tell you if I could have done his job one tenth as well as he did.

He knew the meaning of the word sacrifice down to the molecule.

He knew us. All of us, down to the molecule. That’s why he was our boss’ right hand man.

Rest in peace, Scepter.

His Right Hand Man