Perhaps he sees you as Brad, his old friend from his boyhood days of innocence.  But those days are over now as the two of you stand here together, reunited... as men.  And not just ordinary men, but government sponsored murderers.  Somewhere in the back of your mind you may just feel a tinge of sentimentality, but this far from the right time to entertain such thoughts.

    Your finger squeezes the trigger.

    <<thhp!>>

    As you watch Milton's body fall backward, you begin to feel a sharp pain in your chest.  Blood spurts as you drop to the ground.

    Slumped against the wall, Milton raises his head slightly.

    "Brad..." he says.

    You ignore him, and attempt to stand.  You get about halfway up, but collapse in your weakened state.

    Milton reaches out his hand to you.

    "Brad..." he says.

    Realizing that you're not going to be making an escape, you reach out and grasp Milton's hand.

    He grabs one of your fingers and wrenches it backwards, breaking it, then giggles to himself.

    You yank your hand away in pain, and shoot him several times before you lose consciousness.
 

The End
 
You have died.

Your final score is:
1673

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