The agent trembled in fear.

He had to follow orders. If he didn't, it'd be the firing squad. He shook his head and slapped his cheeks a few times, to try to get himself pumped up. He had to show "force and authority".

He pulled in behind the man he was scheduled to take down.

An extra ration of flour, said the computer device in his car.

The cop felt sick. This wasn't worth it. He wasn't really about to do this, was he? But he had to. It's the only way to feed his family. He couldn't just quit his job. He'd be seen as a traitor, and killed.

He said a prayer to whatever gods were still interested in the going-ons of humanity, and got out of his car, swiftly wiping a tear off his cheek.

Under his breath, he gave a quick sorry for what was about to happen.

Everything was fine.