<P>"That was... a little strange," Brian mumbled.
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<P>The three of them became aware of how quiet the entire compound was. The only thing that disturbed the silence was the soft whirring of the fans.
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<P>The compound was painted. The compound was murdered.
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<P>Dominic dropped his gun. It hit the floor with an ominously loud thud.
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<P>He looked down at his hands.
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<P>They never looked so unclean. 
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<P>Minutes later a helicopter would arrive at UNATCO. Men in black suits would step out, and discover the first of the bodies.
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<P>The compound would be swarming with UNATCO soldiers who had been out on assignment within minutes. The mess would be exposed. The discord revealed. The prisoners gone. The culprits gone.
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<P>Word would be leaked. The story would be crawling all over every news station, channel, and show within minutes.
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<P>At that time Dominic, Jess, and Brian would be sitting in the warehouse they had originally come from, with their new friends, Jock, Alex, and Jaime.
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<P>They would be sitting in silence. Their occasional glances would pierce Dominic's consciousness.
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<P>Dominic's head would hang towards the floor. His mind would be furious and lost. His senses would be flooded as they digested everything that had gone so fast. All of the things he had just done.