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Updike looked reflexively at the gun in his hands, he really didn't want to do this but it was for the greater good, if he let whitty live it would only be a matter of time before people got hurt, he was created for that after all, he sighed and started walking through the alleys, according to the residents he frequents this place, it wasn't long when he saw smoke coming out of one of the alleys, he immediately ran towards the alley, if he didn't kill whitty before it exploded the whole city would explode, he took out his gun and pointed to where the smoke was coming from, he was puzzled when he saw that it wasn't whitty but a homeless man who was smoking, the man immediately raised his hands and spit his cigarette on the floor.
"They're common cigars I swear," he said hastily.
Updike lowered his gun and sighed, it was a relief that it wasn't whitty in this situation, he holstered his gun and addressed the homeless man.
"Sorry about that, I thought you were someone else" the hobo sighed in relief and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took out another putting it in his mouth lighting it, he looked at updike and offered him one, updike denied the offer and garcello shrugged and put the pack away.
"May I ask who exactly you're looking for, maybe I can help you, you'd be surprised how many people come through here." Updike thinks about it for a moment, if this man has been here constantly it's possible he's seen whitty.
"Have you seen a tall guy with a bomb head recently?" The homeless man blanches at the question, it's obvious he saw him, though he doesn't know if he freaked out because he's his friend or because he did something to him.
"...What exactly did he do?" Updike doesn't know how to answer in a way that doesn't sound cruel, but it's best to warn him of the danger so he'll talk to him in case he sees him.
"Legally nothing...but his own existence represents in danger to this entire city." The homeless man is speechless, he looks like he wants to say something but can't, he repeatedly smokes his cigarette and seems calm enough to formulate words.
"...isn't there some way to stop that from happening?" Updike shakes his head and garcello looks mournfully at the ground, he smokes his cigarette again and looks at the sky, the golden glow of dawn reaches his eyes, he sighs and lower his head "Then I haven't seen it" he says simply, removes the cigarette from his mouth and throws it on the floor and steps on it to put it out.
"Do you realize the risk you put everyone at risk just to protect him?" Putting thousands of lives at risk just to protect one, how selfish was this guy?.
"I know exactly the consequences of what I'm doing" the drifter replies looking him in the eye, his dark green eyes staring at him menacingly. "But as long as THEY two exist, death sounds more like an act of mercy" garcello points to MOM's sign and walks off down another alley.
Updike looks at the sign and thinks what did these two did that would make a genocide sound like a merciful act?