"I'm sorry about that, I mean it. Let's get the cops in now and I'll tell them you didn't do that."

"No, Zancanelly is the one who did it we all know that, I want five minute alone with him."

"No I can't do that." Smack to the side of head with gun.

"Its either you or him, I mean it." Nod.

Push into empty room.

"After all the headaches you put conny through."

"Shut up!"

"After all the headaches you put her through after hardwork she spent trying to make you feel like a man. There is one way to honor her."

"And I bet you'll tell me what it is."

"Live your life! Live your life! If you take your revenge out on her, you will be the fool that she spent her entire adult life trying to convince people you weren't."

"I have no life without her. You ready?"

"I want Zancanelly!"

"We gotta give him what he wants."

"Just march Zancanelly in there, Welcome to the one thing I won't do today!"

"I've got an idea."

"NO!"

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It was like all the air rushed out of him at once, leaving him breathless and in the daze. The impact of the bullet sent him sideways, his head connecting with the floor in the same area where he had been hit before. His eyes wide in a state of shock, his mouth was open but he couldn't inhale, and pain was spirally out starting from his side.

Instinctively his hand went to the wound, pressing on it with shaky fingers, unaware of what was going on around him, as he tried to get a hold of himself, to breath, and figure out what was going on.

"Come on..." He felt hands underneath his arm pits, lifting him up onto his feet, but his legs wouldn't hold him. He gasped, it quickly turned into a choke as he felt a copper tasting liquid rise into his mouth onto his tongue.

Who ever it was dragging him, a white room went to blue. Somewhere in his mind rationalized that it was Matheson moving him not so gently, but most of the coherent parts of his mental process were being blocked by the pain and the odd sensation that made it feel like he was drowning.

"whats the code...come on, whats the code?" Matheson asked him. Talking wasn't really an option at the moment as he tried to focus his eyes on the keypad, willing his hand to go to it and punch in the numbers.

The buzz of the door opening, and being dragged backwards brought him back from the floating state of darkness that was threatening to take hold, if for just a brief minute. Matheson was holding him by the neck, keeping him upright, he heard other voices but now he couldn't make sense of them, he was fading fast.

He started coughing, he could feel the blood from his mouth splattering over his lips and nose, dripping from his lips down his chin and throat. Breathing was becoming a chore as the seconds past by. He focused on that primarily and not paying to close of attention to what was going on around him, his eyes were closed by their own will anyways.

Still coughing hoarsely, he felt the arm that was supporting his weight drop, he was in a free fall for a second before two arms wrapped around his back supporting him again, his chin fell upon a small bony shoulder, causing him to bite his tongue slightly.

"Easy now..." A female voice trembled, as he felt himself being lowered to the ground, the hoarse choking sounds still continuing as he tried to take even a half decent breath, his strength was dwindling.

"Cal, open your eyes for me, Please. Cal." The feminine voice was filled with fear and worry. He tried to corporate with the voices' request, but his eyelids felt like a ton.

"Please, don't do this. Cal!" She shrilled. This high pitch tone revitalized him just for a moment giving him enough strength to open his eyes a little, to see a blurry Foster, who looked like she was crying, her eyes speaking volumes of the fear she was feeling right now.

"Just Hang on..." His breath hitched, summoning the little strength to pull his arm up, his index finger reaching her cheek, caressing it once fondly, before darkness came, and the weight of the universe crushed him into the oblivion of darkness, where the pain ceased to exist.

TBC