Re: Weston Museum
Don shakes his head. "It's far too late, but maybe I can at least see justice served." The sound of sirens is outside. "All of this, the killing of John, Ellens death, shooting my best friend, the stain on my soul It was all for nothing, nothings changed. Enigma was right, I'm worse than Brain, at least he was honest to himself." He begins removing his weapons th epolice are getting closer. "You might want to get out of here. It won't look good to see you doing anything other than detaining me."