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This was one dream I remembered the end to. (I've had many in the last few days, but I've been too slow to write them down and I can't remember them anymore.)
I was some sort of hitman and was given a job to take down a number of people. I was given a car with equipment and I remember finishing the job and putting the body bags in the trunk for disposal later. The problem was trying to get out of the lot. I needed to get past security without anyone checking out the trunk. As I drove up to the pedestrian gate, I was stopped and was told that there was someone out to get me. I was then in a room with a guy, and some woman. The guy told me that he was the second hired gun to take me out but he changed his mind. He knew that the third one was coming, and gave me his gun to defend myself. He was now defenceless and was prepared to die. It was only a single shot weapon so I gave it back to him stating that I had guns of my own. Unfortunately, when I went through my stash, I only found a pistol. I checked the ammunition, and asked how many shots he had. Uhh.. silly question.
I told him that I'd attract the shooter's attention while he would take the shot, since he was a better sniper than I. So when the guy came in, I drew his attention with my gun. The guy came at me, but noticed the other guy getting ready to shoot so they fought over the gun. I decided to take a shot but the gun didn't go off. It looked like it was broken. While I was trying to get my gun to work, the friendly hitman was shot, and the other one came after me. I fought with him over the gun and came the classic "point gun at you, point gun at me" sort of deal. Eventually, I won out and took out the hitman. Then there was this crying scene where I'm repeating "I'm sorry" to the other guy for not being able to take the hitman out and.. that was it.
