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Passing
Nov 25, 2010 1:30:28 GMT -5
Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Nov 25, 2010 1:30:28 GMT -5
Vasily slumped down into his chair. He held a single sheet of paper in his hands.
He sat there, staring at the paper for a time. His hands were trembling slightly and his face was expressionless.
The frail scientist crumpled the piece of paper into a small ball and dropped it as his feet. He stood, slowly and shakily, and walked over to the door of his quarters.
Placing his hand on the keypad next to it, he punched in his password and the door locked with a faint clunking noise.
Vasily exhaled slowly and looked over at his desk. It was almost completely barren, the only things that lay on its surface were a single picture frame lying on its face and his customized 1911.
He walked slowly over to his desk and picked up the pistol, it felt unusually heavy in his hands. Vasily pulled back the slide slowly, the brass from the .45 caliber round glinted slightly in the light from the dirty florescent bulbs on the ceiling.
The slide slid forward with a loud click as the round was pushed into the chamber. Vasily gazed for a moment at the familiar shape of the old handgun, with its exposed hammer back, ready to fire.
He raised the pistol slowly, placing the barrel right under the center of his lower jaw.
Vasily Kozlov took one final breath, then pulled the trigger.
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