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Chappie
#3 – I'm Alright
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"It'll be alright." Vaughn said, reassuring me.
I always wondered how he could do that so easily. Someone could tell me that I was about to die and if Vaughn told me that everything was going to be alright then, by God, I believed him. He was just the one constant thing in my life. He was my rock, my one piece of solid ground in a crumbling world. He brought me back to earth by reminding me that we would miss the trade if we didn't leave.
We got to the marketplace about a half hour before the trade was said to take place. The Korean diplomat was nowhere in sight, but Vaughn and I kept a close eye on the back area of the market. About 20 minutes later, Mr. Misukano arrived, looking for his Faction contact. A very young, blonde man showed up a few moments later.
"Syd, you've gotta get closer. I can't see anything." Marshall said over my com.
I moved a few stands over, looking for an excuse to fix my eyes on the two men at the back of the marketplace. I tried to fiddle with my necklace so it would face the trade area, but I found that nothing seemed to work very well.
"Base ops, I'm going to try to get closer." I said into my com.
"Copy Mountaineer; be careful. Boyscout, keep an eye out in case you're needed as backup." Dixon said.
"Copy that." Vaughn replied.
I was about 5 feet from the trade when the Rambaldi cube was passed from Misukano to the unknown man, obviously a member of the Faction. As soon as the cube was handed over, the Faction member pulled out a gun and shot Misukano twice in the chest. He turned toward me for a moment and a sickening feeling of deja vu floated over me.
"Oh God, it's Sark." I said.