They had left me there... She had left me there... They don't need me anymore... Well I don't need them either.

I know what to do to get my revenge. I am going to do the only thing I really can . I bought a gun... Bought... you can say that...

I have a plan... Sounds like Michael, doesn't it ?... But in fact I do have a plan. I went to my apartment and took my suit. I am going to see that bitch ... she doesn't need to see me... I know really well how her security works. I took them in ... I taught them... trained them... I have nothing to lose. But she does. And at the end of that day she is going to lose everything .

I went to see my little sister ... Kristina ... She really loves me and I don't understand why. I had left her with our crazy mother and father caring about nothing else but getting drunk. I thought that I couldn't bare it any more and left her behind... Ten years old girl... She should hate me but no... She welcomed me into her life like I was never left.

I didn't want to cry on her shoulder... But I did. I said my sorry and she just cuddled me close and said that it didn't matter to her what I have done if I came back. And I couldn't tell her that I just came to tell her good bye. I will never see my little sister again for I am not going to stay alive long enough to see her again.

And here I am again... Nothing works for me today... In fact nothing works for me for a really long time. But today... I bought a gun... I've said my good byes... I went to the place where I could easily shot that bitch Reynolds... I have killed the man guarding the place just to have the clean shot. And when I got a clean shot finally Michael appeared ... I couldn't spoil his plan... They just deserve freedom. I left the gun there , went down the building and here I am sitting in my apartment and crying over myself. I wanted a revenge... I didn't get it. The only one thing that is left for me is to go down proudly. For my pride is the only one thing left.

I watched her in TV telling the news about the cancer and giving up presidency... She made her choices...

I have to do mine...

My uniform is on the bed. I've checked every part of it. My decorations and medals are in boxes on the shelve. The last time I was proud I was serving my country -The Rangers...

For more than ten years I believed that I served my country. That every order I followed was given in the name of the greatest good. I believed that even those deaths were for the country. Lies... Betrayals... Murders... And it appeared that I believed in nothing but lies... And so I am left with nothing but lies... I am left with nothing.

I wrote a letter for my sister for they surely will call her and she will need an explanation of my move. I read it again just a moment ago... I hope she'll understand...

My hands are shaking... It took three envelopes to address the letter... And now I just prepare for the thing to come. They say it doesn't really hurt when you shut at your head. Probable the death comes so quick that you don't even feel a thing. Just the end. Darkness... Coldness of a steal on my skin... Will there be peace and quiet or just nothing at all...

A letter left on the shelve:

Dear sister,

I am sorry for all the things I've done. For leaving you there , for leaving you now. There is not live for me now. I had lost everything I believed in. And I've done things... Terrible things believing it was for the greatest good. It all appeared to be nothing. For I am left with nothing. The things I've done are hunting me. I can't find a safe place form myself . And for that I decided to do what have done. I hope you'll forgive me one day.

Your brother,

Paul Kellerman

And again left with nothing...Even my gun had betrayed me... I stood by the mirror. I saw the fear in my eyes. It was fear... I had to take a deep breath and I rose my hand. The coldness of the steal... I didn't hear the shot. For the short moment I thought that I just died instantly and that was why I didn't hear it. Than it came clear that I am alive...

Even my gun had betrayed me...

She came as fast as she could. I called her ...I called me little sister... But to say the truth I wanted to call someone else...But would she come ? Even if she was free ? And even if she came ... what she could offer me ? What she would say ? She loves somebody else and hates me.

When my sister came I just could cry on her shoulder again. And she - my young sister - told me what to do. "Undone the things you've done wrong. There is always a way"

So, I am going to undone the things. From the moment I realized what I should do I know it will bring me death. I don't need to fear the live in prison. I will never get there.

If I get the chance to write more I will if not...

At first I thought I would just erase the folder... but now I know what to do. There is a side... I know the address and probably he will let her read it. I will put it there.

I hope I will have the chance to tell her that I am sorry.

It's time . I had started it and I can finish it.

It's time...

In French Resistance it was considered as the highest honour to look at the faces of the killing squad. It was the greatest bravery to smile when they shot...