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VOICE;
[ The transmission starts in the middle of of a sentence, as though it were an accident. It sounds as though Rufus is speaking to someone, but there isn't anyone answering. Perhaps a conversation that's all in his head?
The voice of the young vice president is angry, something that doesn't show up often in his speech, and sounds ugly and almost manic. ]
--you. You've always done that, old man. Always. Why didn't you just kill me? Instead you had to--
Tch. You're weak. You throw that money around, wasting it when you could have done it so much more efficiently.
[ A short laugh, that turns into a menacing growl, echoed by a growl from Dark Nation that sounds somewhat distant. ]
Don't come any closer, or I'll kill you. So help me, I'll kill you with my own hands. None of this covert business that I tried.
[ His voice raises in pitch, in intensity. ]
I SAID DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!
[ With a shout, the sound of gunshots are heard; erratic, and ricocheting off of debris. It doesn't take long for the empty-sounding click of a spent magazine is heard, though he tries several more times to shoot with no success. ]
Why... won't you die already? Your time has passed....
[ Rufus pants softly, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. The transmission is left open, though, for several minutes, until the connection times out with a screeching sound of static. ]
[ The transmission starts in the middle of of a sentence, as though it were an accident. It sounds as though Rufus is speaking to someone, but there isn't anyone answering. Perhaps a conversation that's all in his head?
The voice of the young vice president is angry, something that doesn't show up often in his speech, and sounds ugly and almost manic. ]
--you. You've always done that, old man. Always. Why didn't you just kill me? Instead you had to--
Tch. You're weak. You throw that money around, wasting it when you could have done it so much more efficiently.
[ A short laugh, that turns into a menacing growl, echoed by a growl from Dark Nation that sounds somewhat distant. ]
Don't come any closer, or I'll kill you. So help me, I'll kill you with my own hands. None of this covert business that I tried.
[ His voice raises in pitch, in intensity. ]
I SAID DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!
[ With a shout, the sound of gunshots are heard; erratic, and ricocheting off of debris. It doesn't take long for the empty-sounding click of a spent magazine is heard, though he tries several more times to shoot with no success. ]
Why... won't you die already? Your time has passed....
[ Rufus pants softly, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. The transmission is left open, though, for several minutes, until the connection times out with a screeching sound of static. ]