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"Roger Styman?" Sam asked.
"Stay back! I'll shoot!" Roger shouted.
"We believe you," Jules said. "Do you wanna tell us why you're here?" she continued.
"He made me kill him! He got inside my head!" Roger shouted again. Yeah, definitely a spell, Jules thought to herself. However, Sam just rolled his eyes. This guy's nuts. What meds did he forget to take? he wondered. Seeing this, Roger swung his gun at him.
"Easy, Roger. We're not going to hurt you," Jules soothed.
"Hurt him! Jules, he's got his gun on me!" Sam hissed.
"Shut…up," Jules snarled through gritted teeth. Sam blinked. Since when did Jules start siding with their subjects? She took a step forward.
"DON'T MOVE!" Roger barked.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not moving," Jules apologized. He must still be seeing double, she realized. Kimberly and Jason approached Tommy.
"Guys, please don't move. I'm seeing two of you," he said in a slightly pained voice.
"Ooooh. Sorry, Bro. Forgot you were still feeling the effects," Jason apologized. Jules mentally shook her head to force herself back on track. "How 'bout we just talk? Maybe we can help you figure out who did this to you," she suggested.
"I know who did this to me! That hypnotist Frederick Dustin!" Roger snapped.
"What happened?" Jules questioned.
"I was working on a report-a really big meeting was coming up and I wanted to get a head start for Mr. Lassiter because I knew how important it was to him," Roger began.
"You wanted to do a good job, show him you were a team player, and that you had his back," Jules stated.
"Exactly," Roger replied. "So anyway, I'm workin' overtime and had gotten a good portion of it done when some of my buddies came up and said that they wanted to take me out for one of his late shows…I never should've agreed."
"But you didn't know he was going to mess with your head," Jules said.
"But I should've! I knew he was a hypnotist!" Roger cried, waving the gun around.
"Jules, we can take this guy," Sam whispered.
"If you move, you'll make it worse," she spat out through gritted teeth. That's the last thing we need: this guy shooting while he's seeing double, she thought. She really wished she had proper back up here. Sam was a great guy and an awesome cop, but for all intents and purposes, he was a civilian who had no clue what was going on. "Listen, we know this wasn't your fault. Dustin had you mind-warped. It was the hypnosis. You didn't know what you were doing," she said to Roger.
"I wouldn't have done it if I had had a choice!" he exclaimed.
"We know that," Jules told him. She watched as he winced and discreetly rubbed his head.
"Sam, do you or Jules have the solution?"
"Negative, Sir." In another part of the warehouse, Ed and Greg held their positions.
"Scarlatti, do we still have eyes?" Ed asked.
"Yeah, we do," Mike answered.
"Tell me what you see with Sam, Jules, and Roger," Ed commanded.
"Coming up, Boss," Mike promised.
"Listen, just put the gun down and we can get you a cold compress and some Tylenol for the headache," they heard her say. Greg and Ed stared at each other in confusion.
"What's that all about?" Greg wondered.
"You got me," Ed replied. Then, they heard some distant yelling.
"Sarge, I've got the solution," they heard Sam report.
"You've got Scorpio," Greg told him.
"SAM, NO!" they heard Jules scream. Then, there were two consecutive gunshots.