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Nova squinted her eyes at the sun that was being to rise in the morning sky. She quickly parked her bike and hopped off, not paying attention to the girl leaned up against the wall, flipping a knife, nor the two men watching her near a car. She headed into the hotel, going outside to where Sarah and John B were supposed to be. Nova furrowed her brows in confusion, not seeing Sarah and John B anywhere. John B's bag was there but there was so sign of them anywhere.
"Sarah? John B?" Nova looked around, a sigh leaving her mouth as she caught sight of the Cameron's house, figuring they must've went there.
"Sarah didn't mention you," an unrecognizable voice spoke. Nova raised a brow as she turned around slowly, recognizing the girl to be the one who was residing outside with a knife. "And you are?"
"You should probably come with me," Cleo suggested.
Nova simply chuckled, immediately going to shove past her but Cleo held a knife to her throat, stopping Nova in her tracks. "If I cut you, you're face would look worse than it already does," the mystery girl stated. Nova simply frowned in offense and shoved Cleo's arm back, gabbing her own pocket knife from her bra. "Alright, I ain't got a comeback for that. So, if I said you were ugly, I'd be lying."
The comment caught Cleo off guard, not sure what to think of that. Nova took the distraction to sweep Cleo's legs and climb on top of her, taking Cleo's knife and holding it to her throat. "You should've thought this little plan through, baby. You underestimated me, cause I've been fighting my whole life."
"She did think it through." Nova groaned hearing a man's voice. She looked up, only to see two men, and one of them held onto Sarah as the other held a gun to Sarah's head.
"Get off her or I shoot your little friend," the older man said.
Nova clenched her jaw and slowly climbed off of Cleo. "Drop the knife and hand her the gun in your bag," he instructed. Nova dropped the knife and Cleo picked it up as she got to her feet, hating that she got taken down by the older girl. Nova pulled the gun out of her bag, annoyed that he knew she had one, and handed it to an annoyed Cleo. "There, now lower yours from her head," Nova said, seeing how scared Sarah was.
