Who wants to help me re-write a story?
The story in question:
Origin
“So you're telling me that he got shot in the head?” The white haired man asked, a cigarette between his scarred lips, “ Yes that’s what the report said.” A man who looks to be in his mid fifties he said with a somber voice. ”Hmmm but wasn't he part of our task force?” The white haired man asked, leaning on a wall with the cigarette still in place. “Yes he was one of our best, next to you of course Shay” The old man said, putting away the report in a grayish silver filing cabinet. “Obviously he was one of our best, my question is to why somebody wanted him dead?” Shay asked straightening his back and kicking himself off the wall, “He had a lot of enemies, he also had a lot of allies, you included Shay” The fifty year old man said getting out of his office chair and walking towards the darkwood door “Yes you’re right he did have a lot of enemies and allies, however the problem that bothers me is why would somebody want to murder him?” Shay said, opening the redwood door and walking through it holding the door for the old man to walk through. When the old man departed from the room he closed the door and walked away from the room. As he walked down the hallway, he thought about reading the report of his allies death, a cold chill went down his spine. ‘I must have turned down the wrong hallway’ he thought, he turned and saw a black haired figure in front of him, One inch shorter than him but still at eye level, he looked to be five foot four a little shorter than Shay standing at five foot five, The black haired man looked into Shay's pale blue eyes, Shay looked into the black haired man’s amber eyes with a glint of recognition, “It’s been a while Braxton” Shay said, stubbing his cigarette against the wall, he let the cigarette drop to the ground “Yea, it has been a while, how have you been?” Braxton asked, behind a closed smile “One of the members of my task force was killed” Shay said matter of factly, Braxton’s smile slowly faded as soon he realized the severity of his situation, “Who?” He asked with a somber expression, “Brady Thompson” Shay stated the dead man's name. “Do you know who did it?” Braxton asked with curiosity, Shay shook his head from side to sidekilled Brady.