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mind-metastasis.livejournal.com[The video is filmed with fumbling hands; Hojo stumbled across the option out of chance while exploring this device's funtions. There is the brief image of the professor's face within the footage - agitated, exhausted, and very aged.
No. It won't do to reveal himself like this on the network. A hand moves to block the camera as Hojo goes to switch video off, but-
The flicker of a presence, and he glances up, still distracted. It takes a moment to register the other man, but recognition is swift. Hojo's face is a mixture of relief and caution.] ...You.
[There's a voice, deep and carrying it's own surprise.] Professor. [A moment later, people are shouting as a gun is drawn and pointed at the doctor. The fact that there are bystanders behind him is all that saves him from an instant death.]
[The footage blurs momentarily; Hojo has dropped the device and it rests at his feet. The sound of shuffling as the professor takes a few steps backwards, away from the gun.] You don't want to do that, Director. [His voice carries a certain tremble. He knows this one does not hesitate, nor mime. Then, more screams from the small crowd nearby, and the sound of growls as two floating beasts charge towards the Turk.]
[Gunshots fire now, and anyone familiar with the weapon would realize the shooter is aiming and counting his shots, not simply firing wildly. The crowd thins away from the monsters and the screams fade. Two more shots ring out - striking shoulder, and then head of the (now late) Professor.]
[The monsters begin to stagger like windup toys; Hojo carried the capsules for amusement, not practicality. He had fully intended to die on the Sister Ray while the creatures served as minor distractions for whoever might apprehend him- But not here, and not like this. The video, slanted upwards, catches the professor reaching into his inner pocket, half withdrawing something glowing as the gunshots ring out, but a second later there is an agonised cry as his shoulder is hit. The next sound is that of a body crumbling next to the phone, dead before it hit the ground.]
[The growls continued - as did the gunfire - until both drew silent. A few moments later there was the sound of footsteps and a figure - dark and boding - appeared. After the camera focused he was recognizable as the leader of the Turks, dishelveled but elsewise intact, Seconds later, the video feed shut off without a word.]
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