The argument wasn't about the fact that there was no coffee left in the unit. That was just the trigger point today. The argument was the same one they had been having for a while. Buck would never admit to being jealous of Wilma's job and the time and effort she devoted to her responsibilities but that was the crux of the issue. Wilma for her part didn't understand why Buck got upset if she stayed late at the directorate offices. He knew what her responsibilities were.
Buck stormed off, out of the unit. Boy, he hated that he couldn't slam a door! Buck started walking fast, his mind going the same speed as his feet. He really didn't have any coherent thoughts other that anger. But he soon slowed down as he walked the halls of the housing unit and when he came to a set of stairs he hesitated. If he went through the door and off of the floor, he wouldn't be able to get back in. This floor was occupied by senior members of the directorate, and it was secure, only accessible to residents. Once he left, he could only get back if Wilma brought him through. And he wasn't sure she would do that right now. It might mean the end of the relationship, it that what he wanted?
No, he wasn't ready to call it quits so he turned away and resumed his walking. He wasn't paying much attention to where he was, he was lost in thought when he heard a strange noise. As he started to round a corner his foot hit something on the floor. Instinctively he bent down and picked the object up. It was a small hand weapon, what he referred to as a pistol. It was a neat little item and fit his hand very comfortably.
"Now where did you come from?" he said. He had come around the corner and into a short hallway with another hall off to the right. And sticking out of that hallway was a foot. Buck approached carefully and when he reached the intersection, he saw the body. The man was obviously dead, his face and half of his head were blown off. Buck stood over the body considering what to do. There was no need to render aid, he was dead. He decided his best course was to return to Wilma's unit and have her notify security. But just as he turned to retrace his steps, he was surrounded by uniformed security personnel.
"I'll take that" said the lead as he reached out and took the weapon from Buck.
Buck was surprised at the tone of voice and started to protest "wait a minute, I just found this guy he..."
He was cut off by the lead security officer. "You are under arrest for Murder"