Author's Note: I really shouldn't be writing another one-shot when I got 200-pages to read by tomorrow... O.o Anyways Spoilers to s2 finale, taking a theory I've read for a ride, seems eerily plausible, and actually I hope the theory is right (Just because its so amusing)
ENJOY!
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He sat in the chair surveying his laptop screen through horn-rimmed glasses. He watched the three consult in the vault room, reading their lips with ease.
"Don't do this..." He whispered quietly, as their plan was revealed to him quietly. "Please Don't do this..." He continued to plead with them silently. His pleads fell on a silent ear. He watched them move off the camera going to execute their plans to destroy the company.
He sighed heavily, putting his head in his hands. "You've forced my hand..." He growled quietly in frustration, reaching towards the top desk drawer. He pulled it open and picked up the company issued gun and removed himself from his chair with great hesitance, and went to follow the trio that destroyed the virus.
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He made his way into the police station. He could hear nothing but Nathans' voice trailing through the office with the help of the microphone. He idealy thought of how well trained the politician was at speaking, as he made his way swiftly to the room where the press conference was.
Nathan was well into his speech as He took his own stance, preparing himself. His hand stuffed tightly into his jacket, gripping the gun tightly. He waited, and listened, for the right moment. He felt it coming, starting to pull the gun from his jacket.
"I'm sorry, son." He whispered whipping the gun out, pointing at Nathan, and firing off two shots just as he was about to reveal that he had the ability to fly. Within the commotion he was able to get away without much suspicion.
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He pulled his car into parking lot of Primatech and stayed there for a moment. He had steeled himself from any thoughts on what he had just done getting through. Numbly he pulled out his cell phone and dialed her.
"I stopped him, Angela." He said quietly into the phone.
"I know. It was unavoidable." She replied, sounding on the verge of tears. He was too, but he was a lot better at the stoic voice and expression.
"You do know you've opened Pandora's box now." She continued. He looked down at his hands.
"Yes." He answered simply before flipping the phone shut and tossing it into the passenger's seat with the gun that laid there too.
He closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head against the headrest on the seat, letting tears fall for the first time since the shooting. He knew he needed to do it, to protect the company, to protect everyone, but it hurt so much.
He shot, and probably killed his first-born son.
It was for the greater good. He kept telling himself, but it still didn't ease the pain much.
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