This is it. The climax, the grand finale, la fin, whatever you want to call it. Tyler and I, our next challenge is to take down some lunatic with a suitcase. Wonderful. All this time, we’re chasing after a suitcase. In our pursuit, we’ve killed hundreds, we’ve destroyed public property. We’ve probably wrecked families too, at least one
of those guys must have been a father. Some poor kid is probably an orphan now. All of this, for a suitcase. Lovely.
Focus. Tyler takes left, I take right. Just shoot everything in sight. I can do this, I have to do this. Tyler, he smiles at me one last time. “Don’t worry about it”, he confidently tells me, “everything will work out, it always does.” Tyler: dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a red and white T-shirt, he’s relaxed. Slim and just a little bit overconfident. Focus. I know I’m capable of completing this. I have one coin left.
Tyler, he is what I can only dream to be. He is the answer to all of my problems, the solution to my flaws. Accuracy: The ability to perform a task with precision. By that definition, I am inaccurate. I can barely preform any task, let alone do so precisely. My ambition is handicapped by my laziness. Tyler is accurate. It comes as no surprise to me that he is the one that fires the very last bullet. The one that ends it all. Just one bullet can change everything. Just one simple moment in time can make you notice what you've done, and what you want to do. It can make the difference between who you are and who you could be. Game Over. Tyler and I, we worked beautifully together.
And now for that moment. That moment in time where I notice what I've done and what I want to become. For as the screens fade to black, I glance upon the reflection. There is no one but for one man. It was only me, holding both guns at the same time.
The truth is, there is no Tyler.
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