@americanvalor_: @ada_guillaume: @hawkshade:
"You don't come out clean, that's the point, Brian," Ada finally broke their telepathic conversation. Whitaker had no idea about the thoughts they shared with one another, but even he felt like he was listening in to the middle of an argument. Michael turned his head over to Brian wondering if he was wrong to trust Brian again. Turning his head back to the woman who held Grimm City hostage, "What's your relationship with this woman Brian?"
"You could kill me, right here, Right now, and you will still gain nothing. You will spend your time trying to pin it on me, a person you killed. But at the end of the day, when the dust settles. You will still be the villain here." Ada was staring back at Whitaker. Her cold eyes piercing his mask. "You will still be the villain here.""Was she wrong?" Brian was possibly trying to save Grimm, but did that make him a hero? Was Michael supposed to forget about his obsession with his belief that Brian killed Danny? Or did him saving the city make up for the fact he probably murdered their former colleague?
"They will investigate, they will find out what I already know. They will come and you will be crucified. Your city will still hate you, and your claims about me in death will lose credibility."
What did she know? What did Whitaker not know? Was he slacking on investigating Brian? Did he miss something? Was she playing with Whitaker? Thoughts poured into the Former Detective's mind and it was beginning to be all he thought about, beginning to lose himself in thought after thought.
"You, you're not the person this city needs. You.Are.Weak. Nothing but a boy pretending to be a man. A body of emotions" and that's what made this woman unique, her emotions or lack thereof. She was stone in a city on fire. Whitaker could be calm in a storm, agents of the FORCE had their own way dealing with fire. Some fought fire with fire chaos with chaos, Whitaker chose to try dealing with it at a calm level minded head, but not today. This woman of stone emotions were shattering Whitaker's and as her cold heart eroded Whitaker's fortress-like mind, she shined. It was as if she thrived on a city full of fire, full of chaos. Brian, on the other hand, was the brightest flame in the city. He was beginning to lose himself in all of it.
"You will not do what's right, then I have to do it for you!" Then silence once again surrounded Whitaker, after something was fired in his general direction. Michael had seen from the corner of his eye, Brian's weapon beginning to shift towards him, and then the jerking of it, but he wasn't able to get fully out of the way.
Whitaker fell to his back, his head hitting the pavement, stunned after what just happened. Muffled yelling trying to break through his hearing sense but to no prevail. Whitaker's eyes were wide as he tried to gather himself, instinctively he tried to retaliate at whatever hit him. He tried to pull out both handguns under his trenchcoat, but only able to put one of them in his right hand. He lifted his head to see if his handgun was missing, but it wasn't. It was exactly where the seeker of justice believed it to be, but the missing part in the equation was him. A part of him. His left arm wasn't where he believed it to be, it was nowhere in his line of vision.
He looked over at his left shoulder trying to trace the missing limb, but there wasn't much to follow. The shot fired from the "God Mode" had partially hit him. Whitaker couldn't believe it, he was beginning to go into shock over the whole thing.
He leaned his head back facing up at the dark sky, trembling began to engulf his body, and his breathing was picking up in speed just like his heart's pulse. He was fading. The city's sky was beginning to blur. Whitaker wasn't sure if he was going to die here on the pavement of Dominus Internationale. He tried to look up with all his might to see if Brian was going to stop Ada, but his body was heavy.
"Is it time for me to join you big guy?" Whitaker chuckled thinking about Donut Danny and the possibility that this was gonna be his end. Michael's hand released his handgun, letting it fall to his side.
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