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Garcia was on the floor, slumped against a full-length mirror just outside an opulent bathroom that was equipped with an outdoor balcony and Jacuzzi. He unholstered his service weapon, a Glock Model 27, .40 Caliber, semi-automatic pistol that he carried in accordance with PPD Directive 10.6. He withdrew his PPD Badge and gazed at it for a tearful and somber moment. He was mentally bent and twisted beyond salvation. In one fell swoop, Garcia chambered a round and fired it into his mouth. His brain stem and the back of his skull exploded. Jason Garcia was no more. His carcass slumped forward like a discarded marionette revealing that a large section of the back of his head was gone. The mirror simultaneously shattered, but a large triangular section remained intact and affixed to the wall. It resembled a red Rorschach test – a tactile Rorschach test – as the splatter was accentuated by bone fragments and brain matter. The hallway was immediately filled with frantic guests who heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot that emanated from the Stanley Suite, Room 237.