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Edited 2008-12-06 19:14 (UTC)

*deep breath*

I did what needed to be done.

*his voice cracks* I'm...I'm not sorry either.

*flinches* ...it was you. The non-default.

What were you thinking?!?! Explain yourself.

*He breathes deep*

I put two and two together. These people are insurgents, terrorists-the people who attacked me-and *he stumbles* And you.

I needed information as to your wearabouts, the only way to get information was by force.

*He straightens*

*in horror- and then does something very stupid*

*takes off his helmet* This isn't a war, son.

Nothing was worth that.

*His eyes go wide taking a step back-his own helmet still firmly on his head*

Doctor Wallace?!?

*He tugs off his own helmet, eyes wide* It was you this whole time? you-You-

*He shudders* It's a war. It's a war against my family. Wouldn't you do anything to protect your family?

*THe last part is practically snarled. His hands never leave his helmet. He feels naked and exposed without it.*

*doesn't register the surprise Baker did, when he sees the man behind it*

*looking at him, he's dropped his helm* It's not a war. It's a powder keg. This city, these people are terrified. We have an obligation- *stops himself because that makes about as much sense from his lips as any promise that neither of them aren't murderers*

I failed you. I'm sorry but that didn't give you the right to turn against someone who wasn't armed, who wasn't even attacking us.

...who knows?

*He lowers his head*

I don't want to offer excuses for my behavior. I-*He swallows* When I was in the hospital one of the doctors made a mistake on my chart. Zydrate is-

*he laughs, his laugh harsh* I'm one of the lucky ten percent of the population who it doesn't work for. I was sick, I wasn't thinking clearly, I-I-

*He rubs at his eyes, nearly falling to the ground* ....Christ-I feel like I'm loosing my mind. Here I am wanting to take responsibility and I'm offering up a fucking excuse.

*listens in stoic silence, nothing betraying his thoughts*

*and the last line, forces Nathan forward, tugging an arm around him- and looking in absolute horror at the corner- where Baker can't see- suddenly realizes how it feels to be Rotti*

*so he does what Rotti does every time* I'll take care of it.

Who knows what? I'll take care of it.

*He shudders, withdrawing*

Sir...I want to accept the consequences of my actions. Punishment-no matter how severe.

*He swallows* .

*studying him carefully- somewhere between Repo and Nathan- there's pain in his eyes yes but there's also that stoniness*

I don't know who you think I am, Anubis *why not use the real names* but it's not my business to punish you. I'm not a soldier. I'm a- *stops* We protect one another. At times even from ourselves.

Make no mistake, if I think for a moment that you slipped and are becoming a danger to GeneCo. I will put you down myself and it'll be quick. You haven't convinced me of that yet.

*and can't stop himself* ...you didn't do the right thing but I'll take care of it.

Now tell me everything you know about the clean up.

*He closes his eyes*

....I was on the hospital for my injuries. *He'd completely forgotten about his hands, but he stares at them now-still gloved*. I heart on the comm-line that you were missing and I...left the hospital to help because I fail to see how loosing anyone in charge of a department could be considered an asset.

*He swallows, his attention locked on the floor. Dog with it's tail between its legs*

I had hoped to make real progress but there was nothing. You cut the head off a rattle snake it's venomous for at least a half an hour before it dies.

How do you expect something like a paid league of assassins to handle the man who rules them with an iron fist disappearing?

*He breathes again, trying to collect his thoughts* The girl-I wasn't thinking. I wasn't recovered, I had Z in my system and I saw-I saw enemies in every shadow. She-

*his eyes glint.* She was an insurgent. They strike and strike at this company and I needed to do something about it. Tokyo Rose has driven us all nearly mad..

I don't care about myself sir. You want to kill me fine, you do it. I won't accept it from lesser hands. I've made my peace and prepared my soul for judgement...I-

I don't believe in GeneCo's ideals, in Rotti Largo's bottom-line profits. I did what I did because they all know something. Because I precieved her propaganda attack as a direct attack which made her cuplable. Because-because we were all hurting, and because I at least left her alive while some of my erstwhile colleagues-my brothers would have killed her.

*He shivers* .... But I thought I was helping. I was half out of my mind with pain and rage and anger and I wanted to head off the storm before it started.

...I..I..failed in that. I failed in alot of things. I always do that. But I'm not running from it, I'm not denying it. If I have earned death then so be it-I will accept it-but I was doing my best to find you.

You may think this is not a war, but They-...

*It is very clear who they are speaking about. The unwashed masses, the great unrest.*

....They do. Two attacks on two repo-men? You think this will stop? Unless something is done and a statement is made we're still sitting ducks out there. Politics doesn't end wars, it-

*A bitter laugh* It starts them.

Of what? *on another roof*

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