"MmmHmm," was his initial response. After a moment, he continued.
"He got by three bullets, right to the chest. Semi-jacketed, high velocity .45 caliber rounds, fired from about fifteen feet away, tore right through his vest like it was paper.
"The doctors tried, but..." He shrugged, indicating the obvious 'there was nothing they could do'.
"He died seven hours later."
Granted, she didn't really need to know these details, but he felt he needed to tell her.
"It wasn't the first time he got hurt on the job..." though obviously the last. "Not that he was reckless, but he was a cop, it came with the territory. We always managed to deal with it, to deal with the fear of what could have happened, and to get past it, but..."
He shook his head.
"You should've seen them the first time I came home after Raccoon City. They were convinced it was an omen, a sign that I should quit and go be a guidance counselor, or something. They nearly exploded when I told them I had joined STRATCOM..."
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"He got by three bullets, right to the chest. Semi-jacketed, high velocity .45 caliber rounds, fired from about fifteen feet away, tore right through his vest like it was paper.
"The doctors tried, but..." He shrugged, indicating the obvious 'there was nothing they could do'.
"He died seven hours later."
Granted, she didn't really need to know these details, but he felt he needed to tell her.
"It wasn't the first time he got hurt on the job..." though obviously the last. "Not that he was reckless, but he was a cop, it came with the territory. We always managed to deal with it, to deal with the fear of what could have happened, and to get past it, but..."
He shook his head.
"You should've seen them the first time I came home after Raccoon City. They were convinced it was an omen, a sign that I should quit and go be a guidance counselor, or something. They nearly exploded when I told them I had joined STRATCOM..."