What do you think would happen if MC received orders to kill Jake and had to carry out?🤫
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[Time- 1:02 pm Place- Control Room]
In the dimly lit control room, the hum of machinery and the soft glow of numerous screens filled the space. An office boy scrolled through the computer screen, his eyes darting across lines of data. Nearby him were George and Alex.
George leaned back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Are you sure, Sir, that he'll come here?"
George's eyes narrowed. "Do you doubt me?"
"No... no, sir!"
"Good! He'll definitely come!"
"Yes, sir."
George took another drag from his cigarette. "By the way, what about your sniper? Can he really do this?"
"Yes, sir! You don't need to worry about that."
"Alex, Agent Smith told me the same thing (George crushed his cigarette under his shoe) FOUR Times!"
"I'm not Agent Smith, Sir. The bullet will surely hit its target."
George stood up, patting Alex's shoulder. "Good!" he said, smiling. "That's why I like you so much, Alex. You never let me down."
''Go ensure everything's in place, Alex. And instruct your sniper to aim for the criminal's head. Understood?''
Alex's eyes widened in alarm. "H-head, sir? But we have explicit orders from the government to apprehend him alive."
George's expression turned icy. "Don't worry about the government, Alex. Leave that to me."
Before Alex could respond, the office boy sprang from his chair, his face flushed with indignation.
"What Are You Ordering!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. "That's illegal! You're defying government orders. I won't let y-"
George lunged forward, his hand closing around the office boy's neck like a vice.
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George growled, his words dripping with malice as he squeezed tighter, the office boy's eyes bulging in terror.
"Sir, sir, he'll die!"
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