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How the hell had it come to this?
Itās a fact of life that in their line of work, things can often go south -- and quite rapidly, at that. Crime and senseless violence (unsurprisingly) go hand in hand, and one simply cannot exist without the other.Ā
Perhaps Archer had become complacent in assuming that he had control of the situation. He should know full well that heās made plenty of enemies in his time, even among the very staff he commands. On his way to the top, heās stepped on plenty of people to aid his rise in the ranks, and there are plenty out there who think he doesnāt deserve to keep his rank after losing toĀ children. Itās not at all hard to imagine why others would scorn him for his successes.Ā
All it takes is for one man to step out of line to cause a direct threat to his life, and on this very occasion, thatās what happens.Ā Itās sudden, itās out of the blue -- hell, even Archerās own squadron take a moment to question what the hell their fellow Rocket could be doing with his gun drawn in the middle of their meeting.
The Executive is floored under the weight of his own security before he can even think to react, uncomfortably pinned to the ground and practically deafened by the roar of gunfire exchanged between the others and that one, lone traitor.Ā Itās not a particularly long fight due to sheer numbers alone, and silence soon falls upon the workspace, itās walls and furnishings now littered with holes -- and even a few chairs and tables have found themselves flipped over for some kind of cover.Ā
Nothing remains of the assailant aside from a fleshy, hole-ridden lump of flesh, and only when things become calm do Archerās menĀ bother to notice that their superior hasnāt quite been left in one piece either. Heād barely noticed it himself (probably through sheer shock), only alerted to the presence of blood by the alarmingly large crimson stain seeping through his once pristine shirt and onto the tiled flooring heād been so unwillingly thrown onto.
