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ძᥱᥣіᑲᥱrᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ











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I STARED UP AT THE TALL PENTHOUSE. I would love to live here. Sam ran inside as Tara and I follow her.

"We don't even know which room she's in." I stated the obvious. How are we going to find out which apartment she's in?

"We'll find a way." Is all Sam had to say. We rushed to the front desk lady out of breath. "What room is Gale Weathers in, it's an emergency." The lady was stunned at the sudden interaction.

Her mouth opened then closed right after, she wasn't saying anything. Like hello?

"Hurry it's an emergency." Tara followed up. The lady then smiled sarcastically. "Sorry but I'm not allowed to give out that information." This bitch.

"Fuck you." Was all I had to say and turned to look around. I saw a security guard. He should know which apartment number right?

I rushed over to him slightly out of breath, "Are you with Gale Weathers?" It worth a shot to ask. His crosses his arms, one of his eyebrows lifting up.

"Yes, and who are you?" He huffed. He probably thinks I'm some fan. Wrong. I'm far from that.

"What's her apartment number, the killer's in there." I shout, alarming Tara and Sam. They rush over.

The eyes of the security guards grow, and it doesn't take him long for him to realize what I mean. His hand reaches for his gun ready to strike.

Sam interferes, "No, call the cops, we got this." I hope we do.

He nods, throwing us a key, "9th floor, penthouse number 12." I take a long breath. "Thank you."

We get into the elevator and I don't hesitate to press the 9 button. It takes a couple of seconds before it dings.

Sam leads the way down the hall. We reach the big double doors. We made it in and heard struggling coming from the living room.

We instantly saw Gale, but she wasn't alone. Ghostface was straddling her, trying to stab her but she was holding him off.

Gale mumbled a "fuck you."

"Hey fuckface!" Sam screams as she picks up a gun from the ground and shoots at him. But she misses as he runs off.

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