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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,913 Views)
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"Only once." Nolan admitted to Brandon. "I can't say I won, either."

"Is that the one where you got kicked out of school for a week?" Kelsey asked innocently.

"Yeah... yeah, that's the one."

It was back in middle school -- a kid had been giving him a hard time for over a month even though Nolan had no interest in 'stooping to his level'. Admittedly, Nolan realized he may have been just as much to blame in hindsight since he always responded like a self-fulfilled douche, thinking he was above that level of play. But it was all just the awkward puberty fueled bullshit that defined the middle and high school years. One day, he's had enough and just snapped. He punched him right in the face. And the other guy punched him back. It turned into a brawl pretty quickly. Nolan definitely walked out of it in better condition, but since he had started the whole thing, he got the harsher sentence from the school.

"And I don't think I can really use the word 'punched' either." Nolan added, "More like 'bludgeoned with my fists until the fight was over'."

At the end of the day, Nolan didn't know how to throw a punch. Not a real punch, at least. That was why he had shown up to Brandon's practice today. Nolan had gotten this far based off the protection of others and his ability to hide. If he was gonna go to San Francisco with these people, and survive this world until this cure saved it, then he needed to know how to shoot and punch. Skills he had never learned or needed to learn before all of this were now the most important things in the world.

* * * * *

Willow was still in the hotel room she and Brandon shared. Ever since the two of them had finished their romp, she hadn't moved. She hadn't gotten dressed. She just laid there on top of the bed and relaxed. If there was one good thing to come out of Eli's fuss, it was the fact that she could actually relax a little for once. She didn't need to worry about doing anything tomorrow. In fact, she wasn't planning on doing anything except fort spending all day lounging around in a hotel room stark naked. If she had her Game Boy and some weed, it would be just like home all over again.

Maybe I do have some weed.

She pried herself out of bed and walked over to where Brandon had dropped off their bags. She looked through her bag and found what she was looking for; a little bit of weed that she had found back in Estes Park. Presumably a bit that had been left behind by Emily and her smoking party last night. She had found it this morning and pocketed it for herself. And since she didn't have any plans for tomorrow, that was all the permission she needed to get blazed out of her mind.
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Brandon’s question brought back unpleasant memories of Annie’s fight with Ethan’s goon Kevin – her first fight ever. She had taken a punch, then. She hadn’t punched him back, however, opting instead for scratching his eye and stabbing him.

She just shook her head.

Connor did the same – and even vocalised a “No.”

Emmett, meanwhile, was silent. Annie glanced at him and guessed his answer was ‘Yes’ and she guessed Brandon knew that too.
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Brandon passed around a few cushions from some of the rooms to Emily and Emmett. They were already experienced, so they'd be helping.

"Okay. First thing; making a fist." he said holding up his right hand.

"No." he said as he clenched his fist with his thumb tucked in.

"Yes. Pretty obvious." he continued, demonstrating a proper fist.

He shifted his posture and adopted a boxing stance with his arms up in front of him to protect his face. He'd teach them about protecting themselves from a blow later, for now offense would be a good enough defence. He struck out at the air with a quick jab from his left and then his right.

"That's a jab. It can hurt but that's not its main purpose. You use a jab as a range finder so you don't end up throwing so many big swings at thin air. If you connect with a jab you can follow up with something bigger." he explained as he unzipped the cushion cover and slipped his hands in underneath it.

They had no punching bags or gloves so the cushions would have to do. Brandon purposely put himself opposite Annie in the lineup.

"Partner up with an instructor and throw twenty of those with each hand, except for you Nolan just the one hand is fine. Remember to keep your fist straight in line with arm, we don't want any sprains." he instructed the others and raised the cushion in front of him, gesturing for Annie to begin, while Emilygot down on one knee for Kelsey.

"Hey. Wanted to ask you something. Those painkillers Willow's on, how often is she supposed to take those?" he asked quietly while the others began.
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Annie frowned with concern as she started punching, like Brandon had demonstrated. If he was asking this question, he was obviously worried.

“Two tablets every six hours, as needed for pain, usually,” she answered straightforwardly. She was talking about the 2.25 milligram pills, the ones she prescribed. She could only hope that's all Willow was taking. “The way she’s pushing herself, I can understand it being necessary to exceed that dosage. The maximum would be 12 a day.”
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He'd seen Willow's stash. If she was exceeding that dosage he'd be able to tell. Even the recommended dosage seemed like a lot to him. When he was prescribed painkillers for a neck injury a few years ago they made him feel like a robot or something, and he actually kind of enjoyed it which was frightening. It made him a little nervous now, thinking about how Willow had been on a steady dose of serious painkillers.

She was high when she said "yes". a sudden paranoid voice said.

No. She was on painkillers for serious pain, she wasn't tripping balls. She wasn't drunk or inxapable of making informed decisions. She said yes and she meant it.

"Okay." Brandon responded to Annie after a pause.

No more than twelve a day.

"Try stepping into the jab. Don't lunge, just step." he suggested.

...

Brandon ran them through hooks and uppercuts after that. It was nice being able to do this. It even felt kind of comfortable again. Connor was taking to it pretty well which he was pleased to see. When they first set out he was worried Connor didn't have the stomach for all this, it made him worried he wouldn't be able to act if the time came that he needed to. Brandon wasn't so worried now, Connor was making his peace with how things were out here.

Kelsey had always seemed to take everything in stride and was eager to learn things which was perfect for Brandon because he loved to teach. As much as he wished she was safely back in Flint he was still glad to have her there with them. Everyone dispersed afterward, some nursing slightly sore knuckles others with stiff wrists or sore shoulders. If they did this every day or so that wouldn't be an issue for long.

"I'm going to see about getting dinner started." Emily declared.

That left him minus his wingman for what he was hoping to do. Brandon looked around for somebody else to help him. Nolan was looking kind of lost, normally he'd be talking to Jen. Brandon doubted they'd run out of things to talk about already. Something must have happened. Well if he had nothing to do then he could help with a personal errand.

"Nolan. Can I get a hand with something? While we've still got a little twilight?" he asked.
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The punching practice had gone pretty well. Nolan had never really been taught the proper way to throw a punch, but he was already feeling a little more confident in his swing. A lot of that was thanks to Brandon, but he owed Antonio a lot too. The man had given him a few good pointers on how to maximize power with good foot placement and hip motion. Turns out Antonio knew about punches too -- he never thought he would be learning how to throw a punch from a priest. His left hand was a little sore from the punches though. But that was to be expected.

But now that practice was over, Nolan didn't really know what to do. He knew he should apologize to Jen for earlier. But now that it was time to actually go through with it, it was starting to feel a little intimidating. He was actually thankful when Brandon came up and asked for his help with something. It was the perfect excuse he needed to avoid facing his problem.

"Definitely, man." Nolan instantly agreed to Brandon's request. "What do you need help with?"
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"Nothing serious. There's just a store nearby that I want to hit up before it gets too dark. I just need a lookout, you know, nobody goes alone." Brandon explained.
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Nolan furled his brow. Brandon was being needlessly vague about where they were going and what they were getting. But, Kels trusted Brandon and he seemed like a good guy. Plus he kinda owed the guy a lot.

"Alright." Nolan retrieved his makeshift machete from the nearby wall of the hotel. "I don't fancy being out here after dark, so let's move quick."
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"Cool. This'll only take a few minutes." Brandon said optimistically.

The two of them stayed low as they moved. The rotters they'd left out the front milled around harmlessly, they were too far away for them to detect especially in the low light. They were headed for the small store complex back down the road past the gas station. Plenty of abandoned cars meant they had ample cover and could make it there easily enough.

Bunkering down behind a dark red sedan Brandon looked down the line of shops from their position at the bend in the complex. Seven Oaks Fine Jewelers. He noticed one of the windows was smashed on the way in. Early looting. There might still be something worth taking in there though.

"Okay. It's just down the end there. I'm going to move up, using these pillars for cover. Here take this, same concept as your pistol, point and shoot. It's set to semi-auto." he said passing his carbine to Nolan.

"Stay here in cover and keep an eye out, as always don't shoot unless you have to." he instructed before creeping off toward the store.

There was only the one rotter in his way and it was only a small thing, a slip of a girl, easily dealt with. The store was dark. Poking his head around the corner to see inside didn't reveal much, but irt at least revealed the store was empty. He stepped inside through the broken window cringing as the glass crunched beneath his feet. He was confient he hadn't been made by any of the nearby rotters but even so the faster he found what he was looking for the better. It didn't help he didn't know what he was looking for outside of an "an engagement ring". At that moment he almost wished there was a pestering sales clerk offering assistance.

Whoever hit the place had likely just filled their pockets and runaway, there was still a lot left which he was pleased to see. He ran his fingers across a glass display case thoughtfully considering all the rings in front of him. There were some jaw dropping pricetags here and they were probably just the ones they could afford to risk having on display. The really really expensive shit was probably still locked away in a safe. Even though they were all free he stilldidn't want to give Willow something with anything less than four digits attached to it.

Eventually something made him stop. In front of him was a comparatively simple platinum band with a diamond that was truly beautifully cut and of an equally impressive size. It had an equally impressize pricetag too at over $7700. He would never have been able to afford something like this. He'd never even had half that much money at one time. It was perfect. Stark, powerful and beautiful. That was Willow.

He made a token effort to open the case and when it imnevitably wouldn't, he smadhed it with the handle of his blade. It was loud, there weren't many ways to smash glass quietly. It wasn't the kind of noise yhat would attract a horde though, maybe one or two nearby and he'd be gone by ths time they arrived. He put the ring in his breast pocket and was about to leave when it occurred to him that the ring might not actually fit her. With a smile he remembered it was all up for grabs, one of these would fit, the ring wasn't all that important he just wanted some kind of token for when they told the others. Just a little tradition from before that they could keep. If they did end up having children it could even become an heirloom. He picked up several more rings as well as a full display mount with at least ten more rings on it and stuffed it into his bag. Then he turned to leave with a satisfied look on his face.
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Alicia had taken over for Danica at the window, keeping a constant eye on the Motel 6 for everyone else. Danica, in the meantime, had taken to trying to distract herself by looking over the bicycles that were on display in the shop. She liked bikes as much as the next person, but could never understand why it was so hard to make a comfortable bike seat -- she felt like she was getting a wedgie just by looking at some of these seats; even the expensive ones.

"Looks like your gamble paid off, Darren." Alicia's shrill voice called out.

"Shit, really?" Darren was there in an instant. "Hah! Hell yeah, looks like we got at two of them!"

Darren clapped his hands together as he turned away from the window; "Alicia, go get the car ready. We might be making a hot escape so as soon as you hear gunfire, I want you driving over there for a pick up. Everyone else, grab your guns and follow me. Shoot to maim if you can! You know Cory likes 'em alive."

* * * * *

A jewelry store? Nolan smirked at the implications as he stayed on watch a few shops down and behind one of the pillars. Brandon didn't strike him as a jewelry man, so the only reason he would be here was Willow. And he got a pretty good feeling he knew what this was about already. It would explain why he had been so hush hush about the details. Maybe he wanted to surprise everyone. That felt like a Brandon thing. He made a mental note to tease Brandon about it on their way back. What were friends for if not to tease each other, after all?

Nolan's eyes instinctively looked toward the end of the parking near the jewelry store Brandon was in. He saw movement! And not the sluggish, rotter-esque kind of movement, but the smooth, controlled motions of a living, breathing human being. Nolan froze -- they were too far away to make out clearly in this light. But he got the feeling that these were not people he knew. God he hoped those were not people that he knew. He couldn't bring himself to point the gun at them and fire without knowing who they were. They fired first.

RATATATATA!

Automatic rifle fire ruptured the silent air and Nolan barely had enough time to duck behind the pillar before a spray of bullets ripped apart everything around him.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

This was real gunfire! Someone was actively trying to kill him right now! Everything had just started so fast that Nolan didn't know exactly what he should do. The last time this happened, he had the option of running. But he couldn't run now, not with Brandon still in the store! He had to stall them somehow! But what could he do?

Think, Nolan! THINK!

Before he could come to any sort of conclusion, he heard something hit the ground nearby. It definitely wasn't the same sound as the bullets that had just finished trying to tear the pillar he was hiding behind apart. His head turned in the direction of the sound; about two meters to his left there was a small, black cylindrical object on the ground. By the time Nolan realized what it was, it was too late to react. With an ear-popping bang and a blinding light, the device exploded and knocked Nolan off his feet.

* * * * *

As soon as the first round of gunfire went off, Mike knew what he had to do. The big man rushed toward the jewelry store while Darren provided the covering fire. They had seen the blonde man head into it and knew that the two were separated. While Darren and Danica pinned down the guard, Mike was more than certain that he could take care of the man inside. He steamed through the front door with a 9mm in his left hand. And sure enough, he almost trampled over the kid as he came through the door, caught unaware after stuffing his bags full of jewelry.

At 6'10'' and built like a lumberjack, complete with body hair and neckbeard, Mike was nothing short of massive. And like everyone else, he towered over the kid that he found inside.
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Brandon had only a seconds warning before the big man came barreling at him. It was like being hit by a brick on legs. Instinctively he went for his pistol and probably would have cleared the holster except that he had given it to Willow earlier and forgot to get it back, and his carbine was with Nolan. Brandon wasn't new to the situation though he'd been through this a hundred times with Kyle. He didn't usually come off best. Brandon planted his feet and let the man's momentum work against him as he pivoted to the side, falling over in the process but sending the man crashing into a glass display case.

He couldn't spend anymore time with him. There were two more outside firing at Nolan's position. Brandon sped out of the store directly at them, kukri in hand. The woman caught sight of his approach a split second before he reached her. She turned her gun to fire and was rewarded with a deep gash across the arm as Brandon swung at her and followed up the strike with a fist to the side of her head. Her friend made a similar moved and Brandon pushed forward with the stunned woman as a shield. He tossed her at the man and took advantage of the opening. He crashed intohim, grabbing him behind the knees and lifting him off the ground before driving him back down.

"Nolan run!" he yelled as he mounted the man and began pummeling him.

He looked over but couldn't see any sign of Nolan.

Nolan?

There was a sharp pain as something hard and heavy struck him on the back of the head. Then everything went black.

...

What could she make with tuna that wasn't totally awful. She had a few recipes in mind but a lot of them depended on perishables they didn't have and couldn't find. There was that indian style thing but they jad no yogurt or tomatos. Same with that pasta dish, no tomatos. If they found a yomato plant she was putting it in a pot.

Rice balls was about the only thing she could think of to make tuna less tuna-y. She began pouring the rice when nearby gunfire startled her. She dropped the rice where she stood and grabbed her rifle.

"Emmett!" she yelled as she raced outside.
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Emmett was on his feet as soon as he heard gunfire. Gunfire meant trouble. That it didn’t sound like one of their guns – that meant extra trouble.

He ignored the flare of pain in his side as he moved. He saw Emily just as she disappeared outside. He reached under his jacket and retrieved his MAC-10. He had kept it on him while supervising Brandon’s combat lesson, and hadn’t gotten around to removing the strap yet. He didn’t feel like he had the capacity to be glad right now – a pit had appeared in his stomach too deep to climb – but if he did, he would be glad his weapon was so close by.

He held it in both hands as he followed Emily out the door. Mentally, he readied himself for whatever they were going to find.
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Danica screamed and gripped her bleeding arm as the kukri tore across it. It hurt like hell, but the cut wasn't that deep. They had two doctors back in Green Water that could patch her up as good as new. Before she could retaliate, she got nailed in the side of the head and her vision went dark for a few moments, but she stayed conscious. She came to pretty quickly, just in time to see the blonde man hit the ground like a sack of rocks.

"Got him." Mike rumbled -- the big man had nailed him in the back of the head with his enormous fist.

"Fuck that guy moves quick!" Darren groaned as he peeled himself off the ground.

Mike leaned over and scooped the blonde guy off the ground and threw him over his shoulder in a movement so smooth it made picking up a human body look easy. At the same time, a newer model Toyota Previa with a red stripe across the top pulled up. Alicia sat in the driver's seat and motioned for them to hurry up. Mike took the signal and darted for the van with their prisoner in tow while Danica helped her brother back to his feet.

"What about the other guy!?" She asked him.

"Forget him! We gotta get out now!"

"Cory is looking for two guys!"

"We got a blonde guy! We can say we thought it was Travis and that we couldn't find Pablo! Plausible deniability, let's fucking go before they get here!" Darren made a move for the van and Danica followed on his heels.

Danica frowned. She still didn't like the idea of capturing somebody and using him as an offering to satiate Cory in lieu of their actual targets -- it seemed inhumane. But the idea of returning back with nothing was even more terrifying. If she had to weight the lives of her friends here against the life of some guy she didn't even know... well, the choice was obvious. They had something to offer to Cory and maybe, just maybe, Pablo and Travis had made it far enough away that they would never have to worry about this shit again. Their idea to leave was starting to sound pretty good. But leaving the community... could they really do that?

Danica jumped in the passenger side seat; Darren and Mike took the back and started restraining the unconscious blonde guy and searching him for weapons. Alicia floored the gas petal as soon as they were in and the minivan took off down the road and out of sight.

The whole operation had lasted for probably only a minute. A quick in and out. That was efficiency right there.

* * * * *

Nolan groaned and opened his eyes and saw the fan blades above his head spinning slowly. They were blowing a cool breeze onto him. He pushed himself to a sitting position. He was at home. The red and green sheets of his quilt were meticulously tucked in and the walls of his room were still covered in various movie posters. His TV in the corner was crackling with the sound of static as white and black danced across the screen. There was no light coming in through the window and the only source of light in the room was coming from a small lamp on his desk by the doorway.

This is impossible. Nolan shook his head in frustration. The last thing I remember was... a bright light? A loud explosion? What happened? Was it all just a dream?

He ran a hand through his hair. His head was throbbing like he couldn't believe. It reminded him of the first time he got hungover and he woke up in a house he didn't recognize with the TV playing way too loud. The sense of alienation and being weirded out was only matched by the intense feeling of his head wanting to burst. He needed get out of here. He got to his feet and went for the door. He grabbed the door knob and... it didn't move. The doorknob didn't move! He tried to force it open, but no matter how much he tried, he didn't get anywhere.

"MOM! DAD!" He slammed his hand against the door loudly. "KELSEY!? ANYONE! LET ME OUT!"

He kept hitting the door for over a minute, but he was only answered by the static hum of the TV.

This is fucking creepy.

He slowly backed away from the door. There was no light coming from the other side of it either. He was trapped in his bedroom.

"Nolan? Can you hear me!? Oh god, please, wake up!?"

Nolan spun around; the voice had come from the TV. The static was gone. On it, it was replaced by a picture. It looked like... it was a first person view, looking up from the ground in some sort of shopping mall. Jennifer was hovering in front of everything, shaking the person on the ground. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat and her eyes were wide. Her lips were quivering. She looked... terrified.

"We need Annie! GET ANNIE!" She shouted at someone off screen.

What's going on here? Why is Jen on TV?

"Hah, she kinda reminds me of your mother! Though I guess that might be a creepy thing to say to my son." A familiar laugh echoed through the room.

"Dad?" Nolan turned to his bed.

On the corner of his bed sat his father; Randall Phillips. His light brown hair and balding head, his strong chin, his blue eyes. And that same smile Nolan had always known him to have when he was happy or upbeat. He looked at the TV and then back to his son, the smile never leaving his face.

"Dad..." Nolan hesitantly approached the man. "H-how are you... this is..."

"A dream?" His dad shrugged. "I dunno. I'm certainly dead though. But just because I am dead doesn't mean I am gone. Here, want a hug, champ?"

He opened his arms up. Nolan couldn't exactly say no to the offer. Even if this was just some dream, he wanted to hug his dad at least one more time.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Nolan apologized, sniffling his nose to fight back the tears. "I..."

"Don't be sorry." He placed his hands on Nolan's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "I am not sorry. Neither is your mother. Or Monica. None of us are sorry. We may have gotten dealt a bad hand, but we all want the same thing."

Nolan looked at his dad, but didn't say anything.

"We want you to be happy." He finally said. "That is all we have ever wanted since the day you were born. Do you think we feel good when we see you sitting there feeling sorry for yourself? Of course we don't!"

Randall pointed to the screen. "Jen's a good girl. She really likes you. It's painted all over her face right now. Maybe you guys have only known each other for a couple of days, but they say nothing brings people together like fighting for your lives. Eli is a bit uptight, but he is a good man. You earn his trust and you will have a friend for life in that man. And Annie? Ah... what could have been. She has a good heart on her. I know I'm not one to talk, but take it from me when I say you should loosen up a little, son. They are all good people, even if it isn't obvious. They wanna help you. You can open up to them a little more. You won't regret it, I promise."

"How do I do that?" Nolan shook his head.

"Easy." Randall smiled just as the lights went out and plunged the room into darkness. "But first, you just wake up."

* * * * *

As soon as Nolan started to stir, Jen raised her hand and slapped him across the face. Hard.

"OW!" He groaned. "What... happen?"

"Emily! Emmett! He's up!" She called out.

When the gunfire had started, Jen was out the door shortly behind Emily and Emmett. And they found Nolan pretty quickly, unconscious by a pillar. Jen hadn't been very keen on leaving him unattended, so she was looking over the boy. She had spent the past five minutes trying to wake him up while the others searched for some sign of Brandon. But to no avail.

"Sorry." Jen apologized and slowly helped Nolan sit up. "Nolan, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

She would probably end up apologizing again later. But she was a little overwhelming right now and that was just the first thing that came out of her mouth. She was kind of glad he probably wouldn't remember any of this. She had been a little beside herself in panic earlier.
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Brandon was gone. Unfortunately, Emmett had no choice but to conclude that. Judging by the roar of the engine he heard on the way out, and the burned rubber tracks he found nearby, he was long gone. Who knows what distance his captors had cleared in the last couple minutes?

If Emmett had it his way, he would have been on his bike, hot on their trail. His injury prevented him from riding, however, and Nolan’s uncertain condition had stalled the others.

He was glad to hear that Nolan was up, though. The situation was harrowing enough without another death.

Annie was outside – Connor was not, and that was on purpose. She elbowed Jen out of the way, a look of concern on her face as she examined his neck, then his ears and nose.

“Nolan, how do you…” she started to ask.

Feel, Emmett anticipated her next word. It was a good question, a necessary question, and as a doctor of course she was obliged to ask it.

“What happened?” Emmett interrupted in his deep voice, walking towards the huddle.

It was uncharacteristic of him to interrupt like that. But the situation was serious – it called for him to take charge and act out of character. Brandon was too valuable to waste even a second delaying.
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That was a good question. What had happened? Nolan wracked his brain for the exact events that had led up to him being here, trying to piece together the answer to that question. It had just all happened so fast and it was over before he even knew it. He shook his head and tried to replay the events in his mind.

"I was... standing guard for Brandon in the jewelry store." He recalled his memories out loud. "Then I saw three people on the other side of the lot. I hesitated for just a second and I got pinned down by their gunfire. Then one of them threw a grenade at me, must have been a flashbang..."

Flashbang. Nolan furled his brow as that word entered his mind. A nonlethal type of grenade. That was the clue right there! If they had been trying to kill him, there were a lot of other grenades or tactics that they could have used. But they didn't, they specifically were using nonlethal force. The fact was that this attack had been orchestrated to take people in alive! And that meant that Brandon...

Shit.
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