1:21 AM, Washington DC
Robert is still sitting in his office on the 12 floor skyscraper in New Hampshire Ave. His desk, which normally has a flawless order now was filled with chaotic pile of sheets of paper bearing the signature stamp of the company, wheelbarrows are littered all over the place. Robert though always calm and carefully dressed now been restless. Navy has long since been thrown on the couch, and sweat shirt, creased and porozpinana. Now, if someone came to his office probably would not know Him. People accustomed to his pedantyczności, his attention to detail. They called it the English Earl, by his impeccable manners. Yeah, but now if someone came to his office, what then? It should not be here, and certainly not with all those papers. Such thoughts did not give him no peace. There were after his head and did not want her to leave, then he began to perspire more. He knew only it does what is right and regardless of the consequences it has to do next. NYU has already scanned a pile of documents, it is comforting to some that already do something and can manage with it all the time, until you begin to come to work the first staff. The room was dim. Clayton sat sat at the lighted glass on his desk, he would not pay much attention, certainly not now. He knew he must hurry. The door to the office opened. It was already too late. Came to the center of a well-built man in a suit. Right behind him came short man with red beard and jarmułce on his head. Head.
- This is the end Robert, you know that I can not just leave it - he said.
- and I also know I could not leave. This is what happened here in the company over the past year ... I have not written up for it! I will reveal everything, and I have had a lot. The company pull all this down, and you with it!
- I do not think Robert. Not much time you have left already.
- Fuck with time, it's already started. The first scans your dirty just send documents to a television station, newspapers and various news services. Already Ahron is after you!
- I think I did not understand Robert. Do you really think I'd let something destroy what I built with hard work over the past twenty years? I am very sorry that I will have to kill you. You were a good worker and I hope to one day take over for me this company. Only you up to this nadawałeś. But you chose a different path, you want to destroy the U.S.! This is not done. Just a shame that it happened so far, I have to kill more people than I wanted. Apparently it has to be.
- No matter how many people you kill! Information about your crimes have probably already going to the printers and tomorrow morning everyone will see the headline in the morning newspapers, "Ahron Eichmann, responsible for crimes on a global scale and multiple murder." Yes, dear Ahronie. You can kill me, you can kill journalists, directors of television stations, and even then not go back time.
- So goodbye Robert Claytonie. Is released. Igor will see you now with the procedure and will help you take your things from the cabinet. Igor
Robert grabbed the shirt and threw it against a desk. Clayton even no attempt to defend himself, he knew that nothing is impossible and even if a miracle win in a duel with the Rus mafiozą is behind the door is still two. Resigned to their fate and waited only until Igor draws a gun and shoots a bullet in his forehead. Finally, after nearly dziesięciominutowym angulation Robert, throwing him about all the furniture in the room, breaking arms, legs, ribs, nose, fingers in both hands as well as in the foot, the Russian reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. Clayton which at this point in a pool of his blood, writhing in pain, he found remnants of the forces to kneel, lift your head and look into the eyes of his tormentors.
- Do it - whispered by a swollen, blood-drenched lips.
fell the final shot.
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