"This can't be happening!," Nelly says, "I just killed the president!"
"It doesn't matter any more," I say, "we just need to get out of here!"
We keep the gun that was on him and we run out the door. We sneak past a sleeping guard and silently exit the building, quietly shutting the door behind us. We run in the sewer and hear people running above us, on ground.
"They don't know we are in here," I say.
"They must not," Nelly says.
"We can slow down now then," I say, stopping to catch my breath, "but we still need to keep moving."
"Is it even safe to go home?," Nelly asks.
"I wouldn't say so," I say.
"Then, where do we go?," Nelly asks, "What do we do?"
"We terminate the problem," I respond.
"Are you saying that we should kill them?," Nelly asks.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," I reply.
"I can't do it," Nelly says, starting to cry, "I just killed a man and I can't explain the guilt I am facing."
"Don't worry," I say, "I know how you feel. It'll be like that the first time. Next time it won't be so bad."
"You've killed someone before?," Nelly asks.
"Yes, I have," I answer.
"Who?," Nelly questions.
I respond, "My mother."
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