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---------- You only just noticed it had gotten dark out, sighing you head to the safe house. You wrap your arms around you the cold air assaults you as you walk out of the club, you hoped Shaun would have remembered you were out and maybe he would come and pick you up. A car pulls up as the window rolls down you hear the sarcastic voice of Shaun "Well want a ride or not cause I'm sure becoming a Popsicle is not your goal in life (your name)." You smile and open the car door sitting you pull on the seat belt as Shaun has a smug smirk on his face.  You glance at him as he grins "What?" You ask quietly, he said with a small laugh "It's just th

 Desmond was depressed his life seemed so void, as if fighting a war that depended totally on you wasn't hard enough he need this to top it. He felt even suicidal; the gun in the hideout was looking more appealing every day. The revolver one shot perfect for a game of Russian roulette. It then hit him, if he could talk someone into playing… Looking around the room he and Shaun we're the last ones still awake. "Shaun?" Shaun glances over "Yes Desmond?" "Wanna play a game?" Shaun sighs about to say I have a lot of work to do Desmond quickly says "A short game I promise!" Shaun not knowing what he was getting into begrudgingly agreed. Desmo