<P>So he fled - screw stealth, the sound of an exploding augmented woman wasn't exactly stealthy. He made his way towards the door, tore it open, ran up the stairs, flew through the security door, not even bothering to stop and take down the guard stationed there - He made his way through the reception area, going ahead and shotgunning the soldier there - Ran out the large, main doors, out to the helipad, and--
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<P>Stopped. Stopped dead. Literally.
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<P>He never felt the bullet tear through his head. He never felt it come out the other end, exploding in a crimson mess. He never even felt his body hit the ground.
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<P>JC Denton was dead before he knew it.
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<P>And the man that fired the single bullet stood accross the courtyard, on the helipad, gun still pointed, blank expression on his face. Gunther Hermann. Another nano-aug. Another heartless bastard. You'd think that on the killing of another human being you'd feel something. Guilt, maybe, regret, even if that human being was a lifelong enemy. No. The only thing Gunther felt here was an insane kind of satisfaction as he stared blankly at the mangled corpse bleeding across the grass. This was what the government was trying to build. This. Emotionless killers. People who will follow orders and plant bullets in the heads of those ordered to kill. Maybe Gunther knew it. Maybe he just didn't care.
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<P>Maybe he just enjoyed it.
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<P><JC>--- --- --- ---
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<P>"SHIT!"
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<P>Dom smashed his forty against the wall, enraged, thinking too quickly, so much going on... He paced back and forth, worried out of his mind, then depressed, then something else... he tried to calm down, but it just couldn't have happened, no, it was impossible... "Son of a... God dammit!"
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<P>He fumbled for the correct words.