<small>[In one swift motion, he drives her own knife into a gap between the plates of her armor. She gasps and stops struggling, her eyes going wide. He twists the knife, drives it deeper, and she gags on fresh blood that stains her tongue, her lips, her teeth in bright technicolor red. When he rips out the blade a spray of blood follows. The robots let her go and she clutches at the wound, pulling her hand away to look at the blood in disbelief.


Blaze stands back silently, as blood continues to pour from the wound and she staggers, falls to her knees with no one there to catch her. He addresses the camera without looking at it.]</small>


You'd all better pray she changes. Because if she doesn't, <b>you're dead.</b>


<small>[And then he walks off-screen. Soon, CT's ragged, bloody breaths start to come at more staggered intervals. She looks up at the camera that he left behind, blood loss leaving her even more pale and fragile-looking. But her eyes are determined, even as she grits her teeth against the pain.]</small>


I'm sorry... I couldn't finish him off... <small>[She draws a deep, shaky breath that rattles in her chest, and her voice breaks, thick around the pain.]</small>


I'm not afraid. I know you'll get out of here. And when you do... <i>Take this son of a bitch down.</i>


<small>[Her determined expression begins to go slack with a soft gasp, and she drops again, first to her elbow and then flat out on her back as a last bloody breath bubbles from her lips, rattles around in her chest. Her eyes stare up at the ceiling, sightlessly. She doesn't change.


<b>Agent Connecticut is dead.</b>]</small>