Company Policy ;; 001

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Comments

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Right. [He smiles coolly, sizing Gabriel up.] An angel. That's new.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Nah, we're just one of those old school things that everyone forgets about, until suddenly we start being hip again.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

A hip angel. Even better.

What do you want?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I took a wrong left turn at Albuquerque, and, apparently, ended up in your head- I was going for John Malkovitch, but, eh. Can't always get what you want.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Lucky me.