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Stelliger Somnium
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The room is silent, devoid of any noise beyond the expirations and inhalations of his team. His tousled red hair is wisped by the air-conditioning duct above him, humming obliviously.
Captain Andrew watches from the top of the stairs; one of his hands tight around Yelena's arm to prevent her from charging at the man threatening her family member. She's frozen though, positioned in complete stillness where she stopped when the gun had emerged.
Eric totters at the lab cabinets, safe behind the bulletproof glass. His labcoat hangs from limp shoulders as though already admitting defeat. Beside him, Laura and Tyler are gripping the baseball bat the suspect had thrown after laying three hard, flesh-breaking whacks into their boss. His head is already forming a tapered-appearing bruise along his neck.
He says something, the man holding Caine hostage in his own lab. Spits at the second male laying almost prone on the linoleum.
Calleigh softly replies, semi-begging for him to withdraw the weapon from the dangerous situation.
He ignores her.
Waves it harder and more wildly than previous.
SWAT is moving around the upper level, taking up positions where they cannot be seen by the crazed. A sniper slithers up behind the head of the law unit and places the barrel between the uniformed feet.
A negotiator takes over for the blonde CSI, who's finally drowning in the shock of what is unfolding.
She finds herself in Tim's arms.
The tension rises.
The negotiator flummoxes.
Duquesne could hear the click of the item as a bullet was loaded into the chamber. She buries her face into the man's shirt, trying in vain to block out the events collapsing like dominos around her.
More attempts to talk.
Complete and utter failure.
The sniper strikes.
But not before the nine millimeter deposits its content first, burrowing into supple flesh.
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*v* Cassie Jamie *v*
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