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(QM still rangebanned, so you know the drill)
Frank raises his baton, ready to open up with his patented patella pulverizer, but his arm goes slack and he starts gibbering to himself. He can't do it. He just can't deal with this.
[ANALYTICAL] What the fuck are we doing? We just fucking killed a woman under broad starlight and didn't think twice about it. Who was this pile of guts and gore? A mother? A murderer? Just what kind of person am I becoming? Father help me, I just don't know...
"AH FUCK. GODDAMN IT." Frank throws up his arms as overwhelming guilt rushes up to greet him. Crushed by the hopeless realization, the Agent falls to his knees and flattens himself against the ground.
His partner stows his baton and jogs on over. Frank is hoisted upright, but won't (or can't) stand any further than the curb he sits upon. His hands palm and clutch at his mask in futility. In his mind, his future was indeed totally over.
"Hey, what's gotten into you, man?"
"I FEEL FUCKING TERRIBLE. MY BLOOD PRESSURE SHOT UP. I NEED TO LIE DOWN AND TAKE A DEPRESSION NAP."
A pause. Bennett struggles for the right words.
"Alright then. Stay right here, I'll be quick."
>Bennett takes charge!
