Rem was sitting behind the desk of what was probably in the past some low level admin. He had his pistol back, the man he killed with the chair had it tucked into the back of his pants. Rem assumed he was dead based on the force of the blow and the shot Rem put through his forehead, but he didn't normally kill people like that so he had no idea. Rem was waiting for Randolph, he needed Randolph to explain what all of this was for. He didn't think he would get that answer, but he needed to try, even though he could almost hear Trezlan telling him how stupid that idea was.
"Rem." Randolph came through his own pistol at his side.
"Don't even Randolph I have my pistol leveled at your head and its an auto so I don't even have to come close to being good at aiming." Which was why Rem chose this particular pistol, his ability to aim was suspect.
"So just kill me."
"No I need to know why, why did you do this?" Randolph went to draw down on Rem and Rem opened up, the first two shots missed, the rest of the gunfire didn't, Randolph's head was shredded by the shots. Rem heard his pistol's magazine click empty. Despite not getting why, he at least had gotten Randolph and felt this at least ended things. Though all the magic used at The Boss's headquarters bothered him, and as he stepped over Randolph's body he was thinking it probably wasn't over, even before he noticed the Eight armed men in the hallway waiting for him.
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