A/N I don't know if this is any good - it's a "Devil's Share" add-in.
I'll just leave this here. Let me know if you like it. - Papaya
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"You're dying, John... Let us help you."
"No."
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I always knew I would die a violent death.
As an army brat I assumed… I dreamed I would die heroically in a hail of bullets - protecting the country I loved.
Then reality set in and I accepted that death would probably come in the form of lead from a broken down building, or shrapnel from an IED. No heroics involved.
Kara showed me death would come - maybe from a bullet, maybe a knife, perhaps poison or torture - and my body would then be dissolved in a bathtub full of acid and forgotten.
Those things didn't happen
Then you found me, Harold…
In your employ I came to believe - before we'd even finished our first mission together - that my life would end with a bullet intended for someone else.
I came to relish that thought. After all I had done - after all the lives I've destroyed, it seemed fitting that I die saving one.
After that first mission, I became quite comfortable in front of a bullet meant for someone else. Only a few have hit their mark.
Eventually one of them will finish it's job and end me.
I assumed I would die protecting someone - but Joss died protecting me.
My number was up and I was ready.
Simmons came gunning for me. He only fired towards Joss because she was trying to save me.
Why? Why did she do that? Her life was so much more important than mine. The world needed her - still needs her.
But she is gone.
I am here.
I will kill Alonso Quinn because I gave him my word.
I will kill Simmons because there is a debt. The world lost someone it could not afford to lose. Simmons will pay that debt. I will ensure it.
I must.
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"Let us help you."
"No."