[Greg doesn't sound much better, somewhere between tears and wanting to be sick. It's pretty obvious why he never just came out and said it from the start.]
You--... it was...
Fuck... man... I don't think I can talk about this...
[takes a deep breath to compose himself, though he still sounds horrible, voice cracking and tense]
McKeane was dirty, man. He was on Gedda's take, and when you... started looking in to all the shit Gedda was pulling and figuring out there was a corrupt cop in the department, he...
He fucking shot you, man. We were all out, and I'd left... God... not even a half an hour before you to catch a flight out and--...
[there's a very long silence, followed by a quiet thud. If Warrick listens closely enough Greg's footsteps can be heard receding. Gomamon picks the comm up]
Eli--my son is gonna grow up without a dad because of--
[His voice breaks. That's okay Goma. Warrick's going to need a few himself; he's started shaking and is having trouble stopping, his face in his hand.]
[a door slams, but thirty seconds later it opens again and quiet voices can be heard. One is very obviously Greg, sounding as though if he's not already in tears, he will be soon enough. The other one is hard to make out until Greg's comm cuts off...]
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Tell me--tell me it's not true, bro. Please.
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Crap... man... I--... shit...
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[Even though Greg's reaction tells him it is.]
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H- how, man? How could this--how?
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You--... it was...
Fuck... man... I don't think I can talk about this...
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I guess I didn't go out saving a bunch of kids from being run over or--something then--
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[takes a deep breath to compose himself, though he still sounds horrible, voice cracking and tense]
McKeane was dirty, man. He was on Gedda's take, and when you... started looking in to all the shit Gedda was pulling and figuring out there was a corrupt cop in the department, he...
He fucking shot you, man. We were all out, and I'd left... God... not even a half an hour before you to catch a flight out and--...
[there's a very long silence, followed by a quiet thud. If Warrick listens closely enough Greg's footsteps can be heard receding. Gomamon picks the comm up]
Uhm... g... give him a minute...
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I was--I was killed by a dirty cop?
Eli--my son is gonna grow up without a dad because of--
[His voice breaks. That's okay Goma. Warrick's going to need a few himself; he's started shaking and is having trouble stopping, his face in his hand.]
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[a door slams, but thirty seconds later it opens again and quiet voices can be heard. One is very obviously Greg, sounding as though if he's not already in tears, he will be soon enough. The other one is hard to make out until Greg's comm cuts off...]
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Sorry, man...
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N- Nick? Bro-- [His voice breaks.] I- I gotta tell ya--No, I gotta ask--
You ... you got him, right? You got McKeane?
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I almost shot the fucker, Rick. I was that close to puttin' one right between his beady eyes...
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And get sent to jail yourself, man. N- no way. I wouldn't have wanted you t'do that--for me.
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We're better'n that... right... ? [it's a little worrisome, just how uncertain he sounds asking that question.]
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