The handiwork was gruesome, but they did it out of a sense of grim necessity. He kept telling himself, 'homicide, not murder' and Joe was unflappable about the mutilation and moving around of bodies.

"Yeah, let's try to smudge the fingerprints." So hey, he followed Joe's instructions and realized that good guerrilla tactics were good criminal tactics. They were going to be hunted and they were going to need to cover up the tracks, "And let's get working on what Joe said. He's right Sooner we're done, sooner we can get outta here."

He realized that they'd probably have to burn the clothes they were wearing too. It wasn't like he was wearing anything he liked. So while he was mutilating and moving around, he realized that the guy had other good things they could learn, "So Joe, what's the plan if we have to do something like this and the bodies have to disappear? We might wanna start thinking ahead on this." 

Wetworks wasn't what he necessarily signed up for, but there they were, neck deep in the sort of war they didn't expect. Once in a while, as they moved the corpses around, he patted one of the two brothers on the shoulder, to reassure them that they were there. Joe, a guy that was a little more reserved about it, with built up defenses, he respected the space of in that sense. Perhaps he needed the reassurance as much as the brothers did, but he didn't equate this to the people that died in that car accident a long time ago, and he'd processed this sort of feeling before.

He was also watching and learning. They'd need to find the tools and kit to saw up bodies and do other things. Lots of plastic, and so forth. They were out in the countryside for a bit, but odds were that they'd be back in town again sooner or later doing something. The population centers were where the people were, and that meant that was going to be where the war was waged, where they'd recruit, where they'd find people. But this act they just did also endangered their community. Killing a Russian informant meant that the Soviets would crack down with reprisals; hell, they might eventually kill civilians for kicks. And the KGB was totally fine with torture. He didn't feel very good about that, but he got down the bile.

"Looks as messed up as messed up can be. We better get out of here. We want them to see the bodies, but we don't want them seeing us or connecting any dots to anyone we know. This is bad enough as it is."