From Memoir(s) of Death, chapter: Fence
Robert was working a night shift as a maintenance worker in the train yard in San Francisco. It was supposed to be a quiet and dull night, nothing ever happened there when three of his colleagues came asking him for help with a problem on another part of the yard. Bob didn’t have the time to put his working gloves on when they rushed him to come as fast as he could.
When they finally arrived, two of the workers came behind him and Bob knew that their call for help was faked.
“We know what you did,” the guy in front of him said and continued “We should have discovered this long ago, you didn’t fit into the common type with all that education and background” “For whom you are working, Bob? Is it Edna or Trumbo? That old whore has balls her husband never had” the second guy from behind interrupted, “and the old guy will be history soon” “I am loyal if this is what you are implying. I am now and I have always been” Bob answered without hesitation trying to look calm but panic was starting to get him. “It doesn’t matter now… Jim told us you like to play smart ass who love to debate” said the third just in time when the train was about to pass them. “We don’t have time for this. We know you are a spy and we started the Purge. As you infiltrated our ranks, we also infiltrated yours. You stole from us and now you need to die!” was the last thing Robert heard before he was pushed on the rails.
His death was instant.
D. Thanks for moderatorship Glint!