<P>"You should have killed me when you had the chance," she said, glaring down at him, already willing to rip his heart from his chest and eat it raw. "We are thinking the same thought."
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<P>"Move or be moved," JC warned, gun in hand, willing to return that favor.
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<P>"You are pathetic. You are weak. You have joined the NSF, and you have become part of the enemy. I will not let you leave this building alive."
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<P>For a moment, they both stood silently.
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<P>Then JC almost felt a smile come to his face. It was almost amusing, how sure of herself she was. And there was a bit of irony in there - She tells him he should have killed her when he had the chance, yet she makes the mistake of not killing him immediately. Just for the glory of having the last word, too. You could almost say she killed herself with her own terrible personality. "You disobeyed your number one rule, Anna. I'm surprised."
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<P>"What?"
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<P>"Your rule. Shoot first, ask questions later. Good thing for me though. And here's another tip: 'flatlander woman'."
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<P>Her killphrase. He saw it in her eyes the split second she had just before she died. She knew it. She knew he had just killed her, and she couldn't believe it. And there wasn't a single thing she could do before her body twitched convulsively, then fragmented in an ear-piercing explosion. The ground shook, the whole building shook with the force of it - and it wasn't a very pretty sight to see, either.
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<P>He almost felt bad for the janitors.
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<P>JC pushed himself up, realizing that the force of the blast sent him slamming against the wall, collapsing down on the floor. He had to get out of there, and he had to do it fast - there wouldn't be a man in UNATCO who didn't know something was wrong by then.