A Life Left Behind.

[Tactical Nightmare]

0625 Hours GC time- Location unknown

[color=#000000] Tobias spat a glob of blood onto the floor and looked up at Zimmerman. "[color=#198a8a]Ya know, I really wish you'd stop doing that, I've got enough scars to be going on with as it is.[color=#000000]"

[color=#000000] "[color=#ff950e]Then tell me, Was the hit a personal thing or a hired hit!?" Zimmerman shouted, Bringing the saw around again, smacking tobias hard enough to nearly knock him out of the chair.

[color=#000000] Tobias swore and sat up straight. "[color=#198a8a]Do I need to repeat myself?"
Zimmerman raised the saw a third time, then lowered it and exhaled sharply, his self restraint getting the better of him. He sat back down on the table, dropping the saw. "[color=#ff950e]So, How the hell did you manage to end up the captain of a Zoner research ship? The Zoners are pacifists!"

Tobias shrugged. "[color=#198a8a]I did a favor for a guy who knew a guy who knew that the Archangel needed a new Captain. And I bought enough stock that I own it too. I just needed a retirement that would clash sufficiently with my former life to deter any suspicion when I retired."

[color=#000000] "[color=#ff950e]What made you retire?" Asked Zimmerman. "[color=#ff950e]I thought you couldn't leave a life like that behind."

"[color=#198a8a]I thought I could, But apparently I can't." Tobias sighed sadly. "[color=#198a8a]On a hit I made, A BPA agent that was assisting the smuggling of stolen Gaian wildlife. Two hundred yards with a frangible bullet, I watched through my scope as he went down. The security guards were the first to reach him, They couldn't do anything. It was a bullet to the head after all. The second person was his wife."

Zimmerman nodded slowly, beginning to comprehend.

[color=#000000] "[color=#198a8a]She just dropped on top of him and cried. She looked a tad like my mother. I sat there, watching the scene through my rifle's scope, And thought about him, he probably had kids. I Imagined being one of those kids. Having my mother come back to me and tell me that my father had been shot dead for his minor vices." Tobias shrugged again. "[color=#198a8a]In a way those kids were now in the same boat as I had been when my parents died."

"[color=#198a8a]I just left, Grabbed my gun and ran. When I got back to my ship I called Fernando, A guy I did a charity job for, He set me up on the Archangel two months later." He looked up at Zimmerman, his face now lacking the cocky arrogance it had previously held. "[color=#198a8a]Ever since I realized what assassinating someone took away from the world, no matter how small, I've tried to give back through the Archangel's projects."

Zimmerman stared at him, puzzled. "[color=#ff950e]Then why did you kill my brother?"

[color=#000000] Tobias leaned back. "[color=#198a8a]That was a special case."

[color=#000000] "[color=#ff950e]Special how?"

[color=#000000] "[color=#198a8a]He deeply hurt someone I'm quite fond of."

[color=#000000] "[color=#ff950e]Who?"
Tobias looked at him. "[color=#198a8a]I'm not telling you, It wasn't their fault anyway."

Zimmerman stood up and opened the dossier on the desk, running his finger down the list of contacts . "[color=#ff950e]Was it John Keel? The man called Jimmy? Sully? The one you referred to as "J-Rad"? The late Rene Lafayette? Your wife, Angelina Corvin?"

[color=#000000] "[color=#198a8a]We're engaged, not married, Not yet." Corrected Tobias, a little too quickly.

[color=#000000] Zimmerman's head snapped around quickly, his hard blue eyes piercing. "[color=#ff950e]It was her?"

[color=#000000] "[color=#198a8a]No." Tobias snapped, But he cringed to himself, He was getting rusty. He hadn't been interrogated in a long time. Now his ineptitude might just get Angelina killed.

[color=#000000] "[color=#ff950e]You're lying." Said Zimmerman, stepping in front of him, Holding Angelina's file. "[color=#ff950e]You looked down and to the left, Reflexive when concealing the truth."

Tobias groaned inwardly, Dammit. A rookie mistake.

[color=#000000] "[color=#ff950e]So she sent you to kill my Brother...." Mused Zimmerman, flipping though her file. "[color=#ff950e]But why? As far as I can tell they never crossed paths? What does a Zoner nuclear physicist have against him?" He stopped. "Good god, twenty five's pretty freaking young to be a Doctor of Nuclear Physics."

"[color=#198a8a]Does that file say where she got her degree?"

[color=#000000] "[color=#ff950e]Yeah, Gran Canaria Freedman's University, What does-" Zimmerman stopped, pieces falling into place. "[color=#ff950e]No, No way. He wouldn't."
Tobias nodded. "He bought her on Malta. As a slave. She cared for the fragile cargo when he hauled it. If anything was damaged he had his men beat her until she could barely stand."

"[color=#ff950e]NO!" Shouted Zimmerman, Throwing the file behind him, papers and pictures fluttered slowly to the floor. "[color=#ff950e]I don't believe it! He promised me! I was pissed that he was working with the Outcasts. I made him promise that he'd never haul slaves!"

Tobias shrugged impassively. "[color=#198a8a]You have better moral fibre than he did."
"[color=#ff950e]Son of a- that motherfu- RAGH!!" Zimmerman flipped the metal table over, unused implements of torture clattered and smashed across the linoleum floor.

Tobias liked the way this was going, If Zimmerman condemned his brother, he would let Tobias go. "[color=#198a8a]So now you understand why? Why I killed him?"
"[color=#ff950e]Yeah..." Growled Zimmerman. Tobias felt relief rise in his chest. "Don't mean I have to forgive you, Or your god-damned wife." Imalt snarled, Raising Tobias's pistol to it's owners head. "I'll kill you, then I'll find that bitch and butcher her. For what she had you do." He disengaged the safety. "Good bye. And for the record, I never intended to let you live."

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