4beit:

we get what we deserve [way down we go] 

director sanvers // tw: violence 

you know the standard operating procedures backup your decision, but alex was still hurt, still may be dying – and there are no guidelines to make you feel better about that.

[or: lucy is faced with an impossible choice and has to deal with the repercussions]

”take the shot.”

that’s alex’s voice in your ear. you hear the urgency, the panic.

”director,” that’s agent bird’s voice “he’s dialing. this is the only chance we’re gonna have.” 

you know the sniper is right.

”tell him to take the shot, luce.” alex’s composure is slipping, you can hear it. you can almost see it on the grainy cctv footage winn pulled up of the warehouse ”do it.”alex is saying, and her voice is more urgent now ”you have to tell him to do it.”

you know she’s right.

you know hundreds of lives are hanging in the balance.

”it’s okay luce.” that’s alex’s voice, soft and understanding – despite it all ”you have to do this.”

“i’m sorry.”

those are your own words.

your last words to alex.

“take the shot.”

barely have the words left your lips when there’s an echoing crack and on the screens spread in front of you,

the perp falls.

alex falls.

a door behind you flies open “lucy, what the hell did you do?”

that’s kara’s voice.

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