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# Random jolt of noire inspiration
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Rain. Screaming. The sirens of a police car. Gunshots. More screaming. More gunfire.
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"Guess that's my mark."
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Smoke, the dying breath of a cigarette. Soon to be doused in a puddle of sky-borne misery.
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Click. Creak of a of a wooden door. Slow, relaxed inhale.
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Hurried footsteps. The hissing of a hydraulic door. A car engine revving up. Squealing tires. Sirens giving chase.
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Only rain remains. Near silence.
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"I wish they'd be more careful."
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Slow, relaxed exhale.
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"This is the third time this week."
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A second figure appears from behind the door.
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"Are you sure about this?"
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An ear piercing buzz and a violet arc. Sparks. Puff of smoke. A new life to shorten another. Sharp inhale. Relaxed exhale. More smoke.
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"No"
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Relaxed but firm steps.
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A cloaked figure walks away from the door, leaving the other behind.
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"But what choice do I have?"
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Another puff of smoke.
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