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"Get out of there as fast as you can!" I yelled to my brother as the phone began to cut out.
"Thank you captain obvious, I'm tryin' to do just that."
"Don't you mouth off at me!"
"Stop telling me what to do!"
"Do what you're supposed to the first time and I won't have to."
"Whatever," he hissed automatically.
"Just hurry up," I begged.
"Is that concern I hear," he asked smugly.
"Yeah," I snapped back, "because if something happens to you, it's my butt."
"Chill, I'm just about out."
"Good. But don't let your gaurd down."
"I'm practically home free."
"Practically are safe are not the smae thing, Lawerence."
"How many times are you going to tell me that?"
"Until you realize it," I stated determined.
"Right . . . So forever?"
"If that's what it takes." My brother was about all I had left, I wouldn't let his own idioacracy get the better of him. Not on my watch.
"I'll be back soon so stop worrying your little head about it."
"Fine, but make it snappy."
"Yes, ma'am!" His voice was all sarcasm, he would never take my orders seriously. "Be there in just a- AHH!"
My heart stopped beating, I knew my brother's pain noise and I knew it well. "Lawerence?" All asorts of strange noises came through the phone. "Lawerence!?"
"Back off," I bearly heard him yell before shots rang out. Lots of shots.
"Lawerence!!!" I sprinted from the car as the shots continued, but my brother's voice didn't. Somehow I managed to scramble up to the high window and pull out my gun. Lawerence was down there and bleeding out his side, sure he was still standing and moving away, but he wouldn't make it out . . .
I couldn't finish that thought, not now. One by one I popped off every person in my sight while battling the tear flooding my eyes. "Come on Louie . . ." The other side's men were turning back, reluctant to leave their intruder alive. He made it to the door and I leapt down to the ground, norrowly avoiding breaking the leg. "Lawerence, Louie, sre you okay?"
He leaned into me, which could only mean it was bad. "I'm fine," he lied.
"Let's get you the hell out of here." He nodded. The car sped away at massive speeds. His face was becoming more and more pale as we drove, I called in the incident and they promised to have medics right at the metal gates for us. "You're going to be fine," I whispered, more for reassuring myself than him.
"I've had worse," is all he said leaning back and wincing a bit.
"I'm so sorry Louie."
"Why," he siad glancing at his side and staring. I had to force my eyes from following his.
"We shouldn't have done that. We should have waited for others to come and give us a hand."
"I insisted. Nothing you could have done about. I was the stupid one here. Don't worry about it."
"No, I should have insisted. I just let you go in there alone."
"Emmy you know better than anyone I'm stubborn. Just let it go, I would have marched in there no matter if you had agreed or not. And you didn't agree, you fought hard to not let me go in threre, but I pestered you into it." I shook my head. "Em, please, stop blaming yourself. It's not like you got me shot. I got me shot."
"But-"
"Enough," he said forcefuly. Lawerence coughed and hacked leaving a trial of blood coming from his mouth and a small pool on his leg. "Shit," he muttered before swaying into the window.
"Laerence? Lou? Come on, stay with me."

But he was out. Later I would find out that he died there in the car. Right next to me. My brother died because I made I didn't have the strenght to say no and demand a change of plans for the safety of my only family. Since then I've moved into the ranks above me, taking my borther's place then surpassing it. I hear people whispereing and muttereing about why I'm so harsh and strict now, why even my superiors will accept my courses of action when it was not as ordered so easily. None of them have it right. They say I'm dark and cruel, that I don't care about procedure or life anymore. But it's just the opposite. I don't leave people behind. I force my opinion to happen because I care. But no one will understand that.