Police dragged the bodies of his former comrades towards the shattered doors. There, they bundled them into an untidy pile. The freak looked around with a satisfied air, ignoring the dark looks the two of them received from the police.
"You performed good work, Frank," the freak said, pointing with his left hand, thereby identifying himself as Shreck. "Getting their leaders all together like this. Saved us a fortune in separate operations. Chief will be pleased. So will Father."
Frank only grunted a reply and fumbled for his cigarettes. Movement in the corner of his eye made him look up. At the same instant a machine pistol slammed into his solar plexus.
"You Agency bastards!" An impact smashed into his unprotected back. "You were supposed to use blanks!"
"Fuck... you," he managed to gasp. The cop's eyes bulged and he prepared to smash his weapon into Frank's face. Shreck caught the weapon before it could connect and looked calmly at the cop.
"We required a lamented hero for the media, Commander," he said smoothly. "Be grateful it was only one."
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