(Document) The Assassination of Chase Smith

I am Chase Smith. An assassin is outside.
I overhear him outside somehow easily taking down my bodyguard units, perhaps those new calibers the insurgents have made actually worked. As soon as I heard three loud bangs outside my room, he had opened the door to my office slowly, as if he knew that I was in here. I glared at him, he was definitely once an Agarthian citizen, as his mask alone gave me the shivers. He slowly turned his gaze to me with a blank stare, lifted his arm with a revolver in hand and pointed it at me, at this point, I found it strange, it's as if I should be afraid that I was going to die, but I was not. I listened to the ticking of my clock and stared at him. 
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Its almost as if my gaze had made him hesitated, for moments of silence is not common for an assassin and a target.
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I close my eyes.
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...*BANG*...
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I open my eyes to see that I am not dead, but instead I see him sprawling on the ground, drowning and choking on his own blood.
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I close my eyes.
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