Re: Later That Evening...
Well, sometimes, it would seem, life handed you blood flavored lemonade. She didn't know their story, didn't know what had drove them to this, she only knew that if someone did not intervene, someone else was going to be hurt or worse.
She lifted up, then down, dropping behind the man with the gun almost silently. She grabbed his shoulder with a steel-hard grip, trying to force him to drop the gun before she... did what she had to.
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