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You have to feel it in yourself...that there is some higher justice you are carrying out. Sort of a combo of Judge Dredd, The Terminator and other handy dandy do-gooder cliches. After all, you are working for The Man. You are the hand of the bank. The insurance company. The money people. You are their tool—hopefully you don't act like one. Justice and a higher calling or...glory from collecting owed money from deadbeats? Well, maybe you came from a childhood that made it a mission to collect from the deadbeaty and this is your...calling. Well, if so, dear brother, you will find the dime.