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"Tell me... what the fuck happened?" Vanity Brown sits down on a curb in front of a massive police station, FBI swarming it for evidence. An officer there stands above him, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Seth, and Nixon, the one's we captured in the hotel both escaped, killing everyone inside the building."
"How... is that even possible?"
"I don't... I don't have... I-I-"
"If you don't know anything, don't say anything."
They sit, silent. "They even killed that one woman and her friend?"
"You mean Lory and Kirk?"
"Yeah, were they killed?"
"Yes..."
Vanity takes a puff of a cigar and stands up. "Fucking hell... how in the wor-" Before Vanity could finish his sentence, a man in a black suit walks up to the both of them and fires into their heads. they collapse to the ground dead. The other man Vanity was talking to was faking his death though, the instant the bullet entered the bottom of his eye he directed his head downw
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