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She took a deep breath, braced herself, and knocked on the carved
door.
CREAK!
The door opened and a lady in a pastel-coloured dress appeared. “Who
is it?” she asked.
“Mum, do you recognise me? The last time you saw me was when I was
10, “ she said, as she felt hurt.
“Alexa, is that you? It’s been so long! Come in! Your father’s at home
though he won’t be happy to see you.”
The lady led her through a large hallway into a study where her father
was. The man was stout and in his sixties who had had hair that was
now thinning and his forehead was filled with creases that came from
his troubles and worry. He looked at her and immediately recognised
his daughter.
He burst into a fury, “What are you doing here? Get out! You’re not
invited here!”
Falcon braced herself and spoke up, “Dad, listen to me-
“I don’t want to listen to you! Get out!”
“Someone is going to kill us all! Listen to me before we get killed.”
With that, he gave a puzzled look, “Really? Who?”
“Marcus Hollow”
He looked confused, “Who is that?”
She sighed, “A friend of mine.”
BOOM!
BOOM!
The sniper had aimed at them through the window.
“DUCK!” she yelled. She reached out for her gun in her black leather suit.
She stood up, aimed
and-----
BOOM!
She had fired at the sniper. Her perfect aim was the reason many
people chose her over
Hollow.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Another sniper aimed at them through the other window.
BOOM!
She fired at the other sniper. His shadow fell instantly.
BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!