[The Warwick synth is standing up against the wall, his hands held in the air -- Sutton, standing near the opposite wall, a pipe pistol drawn. The family is standing in the living area, the teenage daughter and younger son huddled together in fear, the mother standing in front of them.
What a mess.
Sutton moves his gun from the Warwick synth to Ferran and X6 as they enter, their own weapons drawn. He glares at them.] You! I know you're a part of this. You probably killed the real Roger so this thing could take his place.
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What a mess.
Sutton moves his gun from the Warwick synth to Ferran and X6 as they enter, their own weapons drawn. He glares at them.] You! I know you're a part of this. You probably killed the real Roger so this thing could take his place.