The Heart of Deterrence
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Last published Mon, Apr 6, 2015
deterrence (noun | de·ter·rence)
: the act of making someone decide not to do something : the act of preventing a particular act or behavior from happening :
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"If you wish to do so we shall retrieve the codes, Sir." He said.
"Bring them to me." He barked, certain that this was the right decision. Seconds later, a person wearing a black bag over their head is brought into the room.
"Candidate X is in the room sir." The man said before closing the door and leaving the room silent.
"I'm very sorry X. I'm aware of your situation and I apologise but it's for the best." He began before turning to face the figure with the black bag. He noticed that they weren't handcuffed or panicked but instead they held out a large knife in front of them with the blade pointing towards themselves.
"I thought I would be using a gun." He began, "But if I must use a knife then so be it. Leave the bag on." Candidate X placed a hand over his and said,
"I'm afraid that's against the rules sir." Lifting the bag over their head he dropped the knife as X was revealed.
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