Whitmore panickedly rounds up the remaining employees on the second floor, shoving them into the safe rooms when he hears gun shots. He bolts down to the first floor, fear rising in her as the smell of blood hits her. Shit shit shit- They burst in to see the practical war zone. Not wasting anymore time they start sending what employees he could find towards the higher floors. Unfortunately they also get shot in the process. The bomb hisses but keeps moving...
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Cornered. Shit. This wasn't good. Whitmore pushes up against the wall, shaking as her eyes flash shapes slowly. She whimpers as a cloaked figure grins.
"It's been far too long, Whitmore. How old are you? Almost 40 now? It's a wonder how the town hasn't eaten you a l i v e. Shame. Well I guess I'll have to finish the job." Whitmore quakes silently, wincing in pain at the gun shots. Watching the other walk away as they bled out. They look down with blurry eyes... as long as their employees were safe... maybe DD should forget about him... hopefully Carol would find a better town to live in... and maybe... just maybe...
"Maybe you can forgive me... Gabriel...."