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[Anyone on the second floor (or first or third, really) might have heard a couple gunshots, shattering glass and other signs of a fight not too soon before Bucky's post. Then there's another gunshot, and silence for a couple seconds before quiet voices start up - C'rizz and Bucky.

A while later, a post's on the network. Bucky's panting and his voice is hoarse and strained, either because he's exhausted or in a hell of a lot of pain (it's both), but he manages to let everyone know what the hell was going on anyway.]

Zane's dead. [That's it. That's all he wants to say about it, and it kind of seems like he's going to leave it at that before he bites out:]

We need fucking call signs or passwords next time this happens.

[And then clicks the comm off so he can figure out how he's getting to the infirmary, because he is definitely not being carried.]

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[ That's... unfortunate. He'd grown to appreciate Zane, if not like him. He was interesting. He was new to Will. ]

I heard the gunshots.

You weren't hit, were you?

I was the one doing the shooting.

[He says it flatly, almost without emotion or inflection, which could be the head injury, but. It's not, really. It's just a thing that happened, and Zane will be back.]

[ Ah. Different. ]

Any other injuries to report?

[ Hungry for details, as always; the empathy is still present in his voice, but he's strangely clinical about it to match Bucky's tone. ]

You better not be planning on finishing me off. [There's some faint, sharp humor there, because he's kidding, but he's also walking wounded and will shoot anyone who tries to finish the job.]

Zane threw me into the wall a couple times, I'll be fine.

Zane did. Started it?

[ Almost a question. Not quite so rehabilitated as you initially thought you were, were you, Zane? ]

I don't want to finish you off. [ A bit darkly, but it's almost a joke. An attempt at one, anyway. ] You're one of the ones who hasn't - pissed me off in some way, really.

Thanks. [And despite everything, he almost sounds amused, or flattered, or surprised. (Not that surprised though, people sure can be dicks here.)]

It was on the second floor, he was flipping out because of the gas.

[So not really his fault. Probably. Unless he was using it as a convenient excuse, but Bucky really doesn't think so. He seemed pretty out of it.]

[ Yeah. That gas. That gas he'd been breathing in for days and unable to tear himself from anything different, and look what had come of it? ] My floor.

[ Muttered, scattered. ]

Did you shoot him?

Yeah.

[And there's still a weird lack of guilt there. Maybe not so weird considering the circumstances, but.]

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