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offices or in the lab he'd be able to do what needed to be done and make up his own story to the cops when they got here. There'd be no witnesses to contradict him. He'd be the hero and justice would be done.
“Which direction did he head? Think!” He turned in circles with his gun held in front of him. Blood patterns. He had to have left something. That was the answer.
Gunner saw a trail of bloody footprints that lead back to the lab. Bloody hand prints were smeared across the door. He ran over and check the blood drenched handle.
“It's locked,” he said out loud. “He didn't get in here. They locked him out. That's good. That means he probably didn't get into any of the offices either.”
He turned and glanced that direction. No signs of life. That meant the only place left to search was the parking lot. He could hear the sirens getting closer. He hesitated. This was his last chance to make sure he got the guy. He had to be sure. If he went the wrong way the monster who had done this to his men would almost certainly get to live. He thought about the mass shootings that had occurred over the last decade in the United States. The killers who cooperated with the police always got to live. Later they'd claim they didn't know what they were doing. They'd claim temporary insanity. They'd say they'd taken bath salts or smoked PCP or some other bullshit and woke up covered in blood with no memory. It made Gunner sick to live in a country where people didn't have the common sense to know which kind of people needed to be weeded out. Sure it was a tough decision, one that should never be made lightly, but for the good of all it had to be done.
Gunner was running out of time. He turned and began jogging for the parking lot. It was the only thing that made sense. If the killer had been locked out he'd try to escape or look for more unsuspecting victims by heading north. He might even have followed some of the fleeing students back towards their campus.
Sure , thought Gunner, that made the most sense . The kids couldn't get into the offices or labs. They'd have no choice but to run for it.
Gunner broke out into a full on run. He heard a loud growling up ahead in the distance. A wide smile blossomed across his face. He loved being right. From the sound of the sirens he didn't have much time, maybe only a few minutes. That's all he'd need. He'd go for head shots to make sure the guy didn't make it. No way he was getting rushed to a hospital after what he'd pulled. He was going straight to hell and his bullet ridden corpse was being taken to a cold slab.
Gunner made the turn around the last building with his gun leading the way. He was less than twenty feet into the parking lot when he found what he was looking for. A blonde woman, one of the pretty sales reps, was lying quivering on the ground next to the open door of her new gray BMW. Her shaking legs flailed wildly from under her charcoal pencil skirt. A small, naked Asian man with strips of flesh in his mouth was kneeling over her body.
“Hold it right there,” Gunner screamed with what little breath was left in his burning lungs. The blood covered man didn't even hesitate. He snapped his head towards Gunner. His feral eyes had gone solid black. Dark trails of oily blood leaked from them like remorseful tears. A white foam covered his chapped lips, making them looked frost bitten with all the cracks. He sprung up like he was possessed by a demon and began howling as he raced towards Gunner. His limbs looked somehow rubbery and rigid as he ran. Gunner mused that it was like watching a nightmarish version of his childhood Gumby doll coming to kill him. He felt calm as the monster charged towards him, calmer than he'd felt in a long time. It wasn't until he began pulling the trigger, until the volley of head shots had taken the wind out of Satoshi's sails, knocking him twitching lifelessly on the ground, that he realized how much he needed this. It felt good to have an
“Which direction did he head? Think!” He turned in circles with his gun held in front of him. Blood patterns. He had to have left something. That was the answer.
Gunner saw a trail of bloody footprints that lead back to the lab. Bloody hand prints were smeared across the door. He ran over and check the blood drenched handle.
“It's locked,” he said out loud. “He didn't get in here. They locked him out. That's good. That means he probably didn't get into any of the offices either.”
He turned and glanced that direction. No signs of life. That meant the only place left to search was the parking lot. He could hear the sirens getting closer. He hesitated. This was his last chance to make sure he got the guy. He had to be sure. If he went the wrong way the monster who had done this to his men would almost certainly get to live. He thought about the mass shootings that had occurred over the last decade in the United States. The killers who cooperated with the police always got to live. Later they'd claim they didn't know what they were doing. They'd claim temporary insanity. They'd say they'd taken bath salts or smoked PCP or some other bullshit and woke up covered in blood with no memory. It made Gunner sick to live in a country where people didn't have the common sense to know which kind of people needed to be weeded out. Sure it was a tough decision, one that should never be made lightly, but for the good of all it had to be done.
Gunner was running out of time. He turned and began jogging for the parking lot. It was the only thing that made sense. If the killer had been locked out he'd try to escape or look for more unsuspecting victims by heading north. He might even have followed some of the fleeing students back towards their campus.
Sure , thought Gunner, that made the most sense . The kids couldn't get into the offices or labs. They'd have no choice but to run for it.
Gunner broke out into a full on run. He heard a loud growling up ahead in the distance. A wide smile blossomed across his face. He loved being right. From the sound of the sirens he didn't have much time, maybe only a few minutes. That's all he'd need. He'd go for head shots to make sure the guy didn't make it. No way he was getting rushed to a hospital after what he'd pulled. He was going straight to hell and his bullet ridden corpse was being taken to a cold slab.
Gunner made the turn around the last building with his gun leading the way. He was less than twenty feet into the parking lot when he found what he was looking for. A blonde woman, one of the pretty sales reps, was lying quivering on the ground next to the open door of her new gray BMW. Her shaking legs flailed wildly from under her charcoal pencil skirt. A small, naked Asian man with strips of flesh in his mouth was kneeling over her body.
“Hold it right there,” Gunner screamed with what little breath was left in his burning lungs. The blood covered man didn't even hesitate. He snapped his head towards Gunner. His feral eyes had gone solid black. Dark trails of oily blood leaked from them like remorseful tears. A white foam covered his chapped lips, making them looked frost bitten with all the cracks. He sprung up like he was possessed by a demon and began howling as he raced towards Gunner. His limbs looked somehow rubbery and rigid as he ran. Gunner mused that it was like watching a nightmarish version of his childhood Gumby doll coming to kill him. He felt calm as the monster charged towards him, calmer than he'd felt in a long time. It wasn't until he began pulling the trigger, until the volley of head shots had taken the wind out of Satoshi's sails, knocking him twitching lifelessly on the ground, that he realized how much he needed this. It felt good to have an
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