Tension filled the room, and nobody dared to speak, until Joseph cleared his throat, and said nervously "L-look, we don't want any t-t-trouble, just let Carlos go, and we'll... e-explain everything." "What is there to explain? You four were obviously planning something stupid. Inf fact, I'm willing to bet that you're all part of some small, underfunded rebellious group that's against Laminax, headquartered in some dingy abandoned house in upstate New York. We've already had multiple, attempted shootings and actual, deadly shootings within laboratories in the past with these groups, and we don't need another. How'd you convince Harold Wagner to give you weapons? Is he secretly a spy for you? He's been a loyal employee for Laminax for over forty years! And you just convinced him to give you weapons so you can kill workers for your own selfish desires!" Patrick said. Michael chimed in, saying "No, no, no! Nothing like that! It's nothing! We are not part of those groups. You wouldn't kill us... would you?"
"If necessary, I'll kill everybody in this room expect for myself, drive your bodies to the middle of the Catskill Mountains, bury them deep underground, get rid of the car, cover up your deaths, then go back to my job." Patrick said. "That seems oddly specific." Joseph said. "Oh believe me, I've done something like it before." Patrick said coldly. There was even more silent tension. Nobody moved or made a sound, except for Michael, who was still processing the fact that a man was shot in front of him, and occasionally made a squeaking sound every once in a while. Carlos then shakily said "Alright, just, please, please, listen to me, you just have to let me go, and we'll explain everything. I don't have any weapons on me... please... please! Drop it. Please, just drop it." Carlos said as he looked at Joseph, then Carlos slyly pointed his foot to a dusty vase that was placed on top of the table that was next to Joseph.
Joseph nodded and inched his way over to it, with Patrick looking straight at Ted. "You think your plan was flawless. It was the opposite. Did you really think you could sneak out equipment that easily? There are cameras everywhere. Harold wasn't careful enough, now look at him. One wrong move and you will all end up exactly like him. Now, there's no way you are getting out of this situation-" There was a sudden, loud crash. Patrick looked at the direction where the noise came from. Joseph was standing right next to the shattered vase. "Did you think that would distract me? You've had all your moves. Say goodbye to Carlos." Just before Patrick pulled the trigger, Michael broke out of his trance and ran towards Patrick. Patrick attempted to shoot Michael, but missed, and the bullet ended up embedded in the wooden floor. Michael tackled him to the ground, with the pistol sliding across the floor, out of Patrick's reach. Carlos escaped Patrick's grasp and the three watched as Patrick and Michael wrestled on the ground.
At first, Michael had the upper hand, but then Patrick rolled over and started punching him. As Michael was bombarded with punches, he noticed a shattered piece of the vase that was next to him. He reached out, but Patrick pushed the pieces away before he could reach it. Without Patrick noticing, Joseph managed to sneak over the pistol, removing the silencer and quickly slid it towards Michaels outreached hand. Michael grabbed the pistol and quickly bought it to Patrick's stomach, where he then pulled the trigger. Patrick let out an unexpected, almost primal scream as he clutched the area where he was shot, then rolled off Michael. Michael quickly got up and wiped off the blood that was producing from his nose and dripping into his shirt. "You okay, Michael?" Joseph asked. He nodded, bruises spread across his face, bruises spotting his face in colours of red and purple. "I'm fine, just a few bruises. Carlos, how about you?" Carlos nodded, but stayed silent, traumatised from having a gun pointed at his head. "Should we take him to the hospital?" Ted asked. "Sorry, don't think so." Joseph said immediately. "You're not calling an ambulance for a dying man?" "That 'dying man' that you are referring to nearly killed all of us!" Joseph said in a raised tone. As the three began to argue about what to do with Patrick, with Carlos staying silent, nobody had noticed Patrick slowly dragging himself upwards, using the table next to him. He lifted himself up and coughed up a small amount of blood. He picked up the gun and aimed it at them. "I'm doing Laminax a favour. Ridding another anti-Laminax group." The four stood there, silent. Suddenly, Patrick aimed the gun and Carlos head and fired. Carlos managed to dodge it, and the bullet went through the glass window, smashing it.
