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Halloween Nightmare
Nov. 27th, 2011 11:36 amThis was written last year and posted on lj...
“You are not here to make friends! Do you know why? Because no matter who that friend is. Tomorrow, next week, in ten years, you'll have to leave him dead, because you'll have to fulfill your assignment, whatever the price. Perhaps, you'll have to kill him. Because he'll be a traitor! Yes, a traitor. The man who is sitting next to you, this man, is an enemy. Or he could be, one day. You are not here to make friends. Do you know why? Because no matter who that friend is. Tomorrow, next week, in ten years, you'll have to leave him dead, because you'll have to fulfill your assignment, whatever the price. Perhaps, you'll have to kill him. Because he'll be a traitor! Yes, a traitor. The man who is sitting next to you, this man, is an enemy. Or he could be, one day. You are not here to make friends. Do you know...”
The old man switched the bug off. On the screen, anyway, he could see the strained face, the fathomless blue gaze, the pale lips still moving, he could read the same words on them. Again and again.
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“You are not here to make friends! Do you know why? Because no matter who that friend is. Tomorrow, next week, in ten years, you'll have to leave him dead, because you'll have to fulfill your assignment, whatever the price. Perhaps, you'll have to kill him. Because he'll be a traitor! Yes, a traitor. The man who is sitting next to you, this man, is an enemy. Or he could be, one day. You are not here to make friends. Do you know why? Because no matter who that friend is. Tomorrow, next week, in ten years, you'll have to leave him dead, because you'll have to fulfill your assignment, whatever the price. Perhaps, you'll have to kill him. Because he'll be a traitor! Yes, a traitor. The man who is sitting next to you, this man, is an enemy. Or he could be, one day. You are not here to make friends. Do you know...”
The old man switched the bug off. On the screen, anyway, he could see the strained face, the fathomless blue gaze, the pale lips still moving, he could read the same words on them. Again and again.
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