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IF all Men were Brothers
Philm Phan's digitally recorded journal:
The nurse was straightening Mr. Wood's pillow as Mr Branagh-'Ken- finished speaking. There was something maddeningly familiar about her; The thin moustache, the scent of rancid herring lingering after her, the oversized moles... but I could not place where I'd seen her before.
"There now, Love, everything's in position..." She said, cooing like a fatheaded, ingulgent aunt. At that, several thing happened at once- The supposedly sealed French doors to the garden from the "sitting-room" burst open. The ‘nurse' made a strange motion with her left hand-I clearly saw the word "HATE" tattooed across the knuckles - and I felt a sharp pain at my temple, and the warm trickle of my own blood down the side of my face. I saw now that she had a long stiletto, stained crimson, and just beyond her, Mr. Wood had a slowly-growing scarlet spot on the front of his hospital gown.
Several individuals, dressed in black, wearing battle-gear and balaclavas, began to enter the room, firing what appeared to be Model61 scorpion Czech Machine-pistols with silencers.
Their movements screamed division six.
-Dr. Science was cut down by a hail of gunfire-
Ken yelped and dove for cover, feeling himself all over whilst screaming "Where's my fucking gun!?!-
I cursed, my hand diving for my shoulder-holster bringing up my spiffing little broomhandle Mauser, drawing a bead on the ‘nurse's' face-then I realized it was Liquid-Sunshine, Edgar Britt's secretary!
She grinned (a crooked-toothed snarl) and held up the stiletto in her right hand (Which, I observed, had the word"HATE" tattooed on the knuckles). She said mockingly "Now, dearie, I'm afraid visiting hours are over."
(TBC)
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