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onepassingnight2011-03-29 11:42 am
Company Policy ;; 001
[It's twenty years ago, and you find yourself on a deserted bridge. There's a car behind you, which might be how you got there, and a gun in your hand, pointed at one Noah Bennet. He doesn't beg for mercy, or plead his case, but only opens his arms out, giving you a perfect shot to his heart.]
Do it. Shoot. You and I both know it's the only way.
[You pull the trigger, but the bullet seems to be moving in slow-motion. The slug enters his chest, blood spreading out over his starched shirt as he falls to his knees.]
It's alright, [he tells you calmly, as if he's placating to a child, and maybe in some cases he is. He opens his shirt to reveal the wound, bullet pushing back out of his chest and clinking uselessly to the gravel below.]
Do it. Shoot. You and I both know it's the only way.
[You pull the trigger, but the bullet seems to be moving in slow-motion. The slug enters his chest, blood spreading out over his starched shirt as he falls to his knees.]
It's alright, [he tells you calmly, as if he's placating to a child, and maybe in some cases he is. He opens his shirt to reveal the wound, bullet pushing back out of his chest and clinking uselessly to the gravel below.]

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Holy shit, how... [She drops the gun and takes a few quick steps to get right in front of him, putting her hand where the bullet entered and exited. It doesn't really seem all that strange that it happened, just that it happened to him, and she's kind of half caring about how strange that is, and half not.] Fuck, I thought I killed you.
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Hey, was there a fucking reason for any of this? Why'd you tell me to shoot you, asshole.
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