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It’s over, it’s done. He’s carried out his promise to Harold. His last act to keep him safe; Harold is dead.
He’s only vaguely aware of the pain in his shattered elbow, the men pulling him from the body, pushing him to the floor, then pulling him up and into a chair.
He stares at Harold’s lifeless form; he has committed murder before, but this was the most difficult. He looks at Hersh. His expression says ‘do your worst, you can’t hurt us anymore.’
Hersh blinks at him, and, with a slight nod, raises his gun and pulls the trigger.