Unruly . Unjust . Unclean . You wrestle him to the ground , pull a mask from your coat pocket to plunge over his head . He squirms , yells , spits in your face , and you recoil in UTTER DISGUST . Unclean . Unruly . His emotions impede your progress . Lack of productivity is failure , failure is death . He’ll come to see that soon .
You anchor your hand on his throat &&. pull a handkerchief from your breast pocket to wipe away the filth . You drop it in the sand . You’ll get another one . Up goes the mask , onto his head , Halfway down before a hand grabs your wrist . “ VIOLATION . ” It flies past your lips automatically , as is the hand that reaches into your holster . Unruly outliers must be subdued .
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