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Josh Mullen was terminated
for abusing company resources
to make the following action series.
"Fatal Decision" does not reflect the views
or opinions of SCI Technical Manuals.
- Where are you, Jack?
You haven't reported in weeks.
- Something smells fishy at the Super CIA, Commander
and I'm a street cat who's about to get lunch.
Harrison Wheeler.
I hear you used to work for the Super CIA.
I used to be a lot of things.
I used to be not an opium addict.
- The SCIA hired the assassin that killed my sister.
I want to know why.
- There's a secret file room located in the basement
of the Super CIA headquarters.
If the information about your sister's death is out there,
that's where you'd find it.
I'm Jack Maxwell.
If you're hiding secrets about the mysterious death
of my perfect sister, you've made a fatal decision.
- Okay, a few morning announcements.
Cheryl has been promoted to supervisor.
Yay Cheryl.
Jack Maxwell has gone rogue
and there are cupcakes in the kitchen
for Agent Hawthorne's birthday.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- I know, I know.
Agent Hawthorne, didn't you have a birthday last year?
- Right? Yes. - He's too good.
- Jack is our best agent.
- Damn it, Jack, I hope you don't do anything stupid.
- Goodnight, Agent Peters. Goodnight, Agent Cheryl.
Good one, right? Ah, yes.
Another calm night at the Super CIA headquarters.
- The night's not over yet.
- What the? Whoa!
- Shh, shh.
Night night. Sleep tight.
Don't let your lapse in security bite.
Wait. There's only one guard.
That means this place is crawling with security lasers.
Why'd it have to be lasers?
- You are not authorized for this sector.
Annihilate. Annihilate.
- Of course. The security drone.
- Prepare to die.
- I don't think so, metal mouth.
Bye, bye, bolt face.
Reinforced steel?
Good thing I have a reinforced need for answers.
Admiring your secrets, Commander?
- I tried to protect you from this, Jack.
Your sister was an agent, like you,
but we discovered she was conspiring
with the terrorist cell Sinus,
so actually, she was nothing like you.
She had to be taken out.
- How can this, I don't, how can?
- I didn't want you to know, Jack.
You see, you are strong here and here and here.
But you are weak here.
- Don't touch me!
Jack must never know the real truth about his sister.
- Oh shit, shit! - I'll get water.
I'll get water! - Shit, shit, shit.
- Yeah. I'm just glad no one got hurt.
- Me too, Josh.
- I wasn't thinking. It was just bad.
- We're gonna have to let you go. Sorry.
- Okay, thanks. - Yeah.
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