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Entry from the dairy of Ikerus Martin:
The two remaining Neoweapons put up quite a fight. Benji Leigh was the first of many to die at their hands that day. I hit the alarm and the long haired one, who Benji had called Akira, looked at me. He nodded slightly as the first one, Seid�, as Akira called him, said, calmly, �The bastard�s fucking dead, Ikerus Martin.�
As soon as he said that the first wave of Agents came in. The two took them down with bare hands, like it was nothing, not even loosing breath. They moved swiftly and silently. Their actions smooth and breathtaking.
They never touched me. There were times they could have killed me and escaped, but they chose to do neither.
Once the first wave was killed, in seconds it seemed, they calmly picked up guns and waited for the second. Wordlessly, they worked together, as if this was routine, as they walked to the tables and flipped one over onto its side to wait. And they came.
This madness continued for what seemed like hours, but in all reality it was only a few minutes before the final wave came in and finally over powered the two. I saw and heard the three shots fired to kill them both. Five grown men to hold each teenage boy and they were still having trouble keeping them still. I don�t know who gave the order to fire, but I know it wasn�t me. I never wanted them dead.
I can still see their faces though.
Seid� with a cut above his eye, blood running down his face, dripping from his chin to the blood stained ground, eyes trained on me to the last second. Until I heard the gun fire, he was looking at me�cold, heartless, he was made to kill and that�s what he did. Without feeling, without regret; a trained killer. And his eyes, piercing and harsh, like that of a trapped wild animal.
Akira�s hair was in his face, plastered to his cheek where the gash was, blood running down his neck, coursing down his chest and dripping off his arm. He gasped as he saw Seid�s limp form crash to the ground. He spoke, but not in English and kicked at the man holding the gun. He panicked and fired, hitting Akira in the chest. Blood erupted from the new wound as there was an awful gasp from the young teen as the men started to laugh. I stepped in here and told them to knock off the laughing and get him to the infirmary. They turned to me wide-eyed, but all I could hear was Akira gasping his life away. Somewhere in the back I heard a voice yell out, �I�ll send him to the infirmary!�
And that was the final shot. Akira was killed�from behind, helpless and already dieing.
I left the room, I couldn�t take it anymore. I had to get out of there. I never wanted any one to die in the first place. All the people under me were the ones who wanted the destruction. All I wanted was to keep the Neoweapons from doing what they accomplished. But not by death. They were living creatures too and didn�t deserve to die. None of the four, especially the way they did.