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"um um um," 73-6 says. "ok. i guess i have to take it, don't i?"
"I guess you do," Monica says. "You can use this room. Come one, 63. 94." She leads the guard and her assistant out of the room. "Don't fuck up, 73-6. OK?"
"ok," 73-6 says.
The door closes and about half of a face appears on the screen.
Most of it is blocked out by a thick censor.
"Hey," says the man who currently goes by William Sosa, CEO of the Bureau of Domestic Defense. "How you doing, Agent."
"very well, sir."
"Number six of the 73 body, am I right?"
"yes, sir."
"How you doing?"
"very well, sir," repeats 73-6.
"I'll bet," Sosa says. "I'll bet so. If I were you I'd be grinning ear-to-ear right now, but then I have ears." He laughs.
73-6 politely joins in.
"Your superiors tell me you've been doing fantastic work, 73-6."
"i try to do my duty as well as i can, sir."
"That is all anyone can ask of you, 73. And from what I hear you've been going above and beyond, consistently."
"thank you, sir."
"Let me ask you a question, 73-6."
"ask away, sir."
"Ask away!" Sosa laughs again. 73-6 uncertainly joins in. "You're good, kid. I can tell you're sharp."
"thank you, sir," 73-6 says, his uncertainty growing.
"My question, 73-6, is, and I don't want you to be afraid to answer it honestly, now: do you like your job?" Sosa leans toward the camera. "How do you feel about killing people, 73-6?"
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