I looked up and saw all FBI members on the kid's side of the room, and I could see on their polished black sunglasses, that the Mafia members- including the Boss-was behind me and all of us were pointing guns at each other, though I was still pointing mine at the kid. It was silent. It was too eerie for me. I couldn't stand it, until I felt myself being pulled down by the boss, a milisecond before one of the other, strong, buffed Mafia member bursting through the wall, holding an automatic firearm, and shooting all around him. It was a long time, before I raised my head up. I saw dead bodies, in white suits, everywhere in my room, blood spattered on the ceiling, on the wall, just about anythign bare, had blood on it. But I didn't find the kid lying on the floor. He was gone.
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