Takeshi gritted his teeth as the last of the smaller Gastrea died, pointing his M16 at its head and shooting it twice more just to be sure. Sighing, he relaxed his grip on his weapon and turned to the men around him, looking at them carefully. The easy part- killing the Gastrea- was done. Now came what he felt would be the most agonizing part of taking up the job (minus death and all).

"Did anyone get bitten by the Gastrea? You know the protocol for this sort of scenario, I believe; I also think you know the consequences if you lie." he stated to the detectives, a hint of regret in his voice. Shaking his head a bit and justifying the ordeal as an unexpected one, he turned back to the men. Some were rapidly checking their bodies for wounds, while others (who didn't seem to have been in the fray) were eyeing everyone else cautiously. Breathing a sigh of relief, Takeshi turned and began walking into the building. Before he took any more than two steps forward, though, he heard someone from the crowd behind him walk forward and drop his equipment. 

"...Damn. I didn't think this would happen on my first day, too..." he muttered before turning around to face the man, who at this point seemed to be kneeling. Takeshi glanced over him quickly and noticed that he had a gash across his left arm, which even then seemed to continue bleeding.

"Don't pity me." the man said before Takeshi could respond. "I came to this job knowing that my life could end at any second. I haven't any regrets." the man stated before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, awaiting the quick end that would override the transformation that he would receive if he didn't. As Takeshi readied his M16 to shoot the man, the head detective from earlier instead took Takeshi's weapon and aimed it himself.

"This is my responsibility; it's my fault that he was infected, so I should be the one to finish this. You were a good man. We'll let your family know what happened today." the chief stated before putting his finger on the trigger. "Rest in peace."

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Takeshi winced as the detective fired the gun, trying to steer his eyes away from the executed detective who lay on the floor dead before him. The head detective's chest heaved as he breathed a deep sigh before returning Takeshi's M16 back to him.

"That's never a good feeling..." he trailed off before turning to the building. "I'll handle cleanup over here; you should go help your coworker now, shouldn't you?"

Takeshi turned his gaze away and back to the head detective and wordlessly nodded. Pushing the thoughts of the man's blood pouring out of his head out of his mind, Takeshi quickly dashed up the stairwell of the building to look for Hizumi. The tense atmosphere was killing him, but at the same time it helped him forget about the other worries floating around in his head. Mourning could wait for the time being; right now, he had to make sure that nobody else would be hurt or have to suffer the same fate.