Viper 1-1, on standby.

18: Anger.

John POV:

I hug the wall, slowly reaching the door.

"Hang on, I'm droning." I throw out a drone and drive it into the room

Frost: "Affirmative. Watching your six."

"Jager, watch the door."

Jager: "Watching."

"Seven Tangos, there's a hostage as well." I turn on my comms

"Ash, we found the hostage."

Ash: "Good, where are they?"

"Over in the Cash Room. I'm going in."

Ash: "Wait for us."

"I'd rather not." I say as I barge into the room. I light the room up with bullets, with no regard for the hostage. Once I finish my killing spree, I look up from my sights to see the blood of White Masks littering the room, even on the hostage. I walk forward and cut his binds.

"You're free." I say as I walk towards the last White Mask, sitting in a corner, slowly bleeding out.

"And for you." I punch him in the jaw, messing him up

WM: "I'm sorry for whatever I did!" An 18 year old sounding voice says

"Killed him. Look." I open up my overlay and pull out a photo of Allen, and begin to cry. The kid trys to comfort me, but I grab my pistol and shoot him in the leg.

WM: "AH!!!"

Frost and Jager run in, hearing the scream.

Jager trys to console me but I shop his hand off my shoulder.

"FUCK ALL OF YOU!" I scream as I get up, still crying with my pistol aimed toward.

Jager: "Are you oka-"

"I DON'T KNOW, DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT?" I scream at them

I regain my train of thought and realize what i'm doing is wrong.

"My god. What have I become..." I drop my gun on the floor and sit down next to it.

Frost: "Ash, get to cash and restrain this mask." She says as she and Jager crouch down next to me.

Jager: "Fruend, are you okay?"

"No. They killed my son. Would you be mentally okay if your son died?"

Jager: "I don't have a son, but it probably hurts." Jager and Frost hug me to console me, and I feel a bit better that i'm not alone in this.

"Thank you. I needed this."

Frost: "Anytime." I get up and Jager hands me my 9mm CI.

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