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The morning gleams in my face, forcing my hand over it. Zek holds my other hand, he squeezes it tightly. Ivy scolds at us "keep your distance "she lectures us. He let's go quickly,sending me to the other side of Ivy. At the end of the alley I stand on the corner with my head against the stone cold concrete.
Ivy looks through her scope "there's two guards present, we can use stealth to our advantage".
We all agree and Ivy hands me her gun "let's just hope this goes by smoothly ",her smile is hysterical with that over the top attitude involved. I have to admit sometimes she can be stupid, like now she's putting her hands up and saying she surrenders. When the guards get to her, she shoves her hunting knife through one of their throats and the other tackles her so I slip the gun over my shoulder, I take a deep breath and with my eye to the scope I squeeze the trigger. The bullet misses and he cocks his head up and goes to pull the trigger towards me . Ivy acts quickly kicking him in the nuts. His body falls, and like a flash of light Ivy rolls on top putting the barrel of the gun to the bottom of his chin and pulling the trigger spraying his blood all over the road .
She looks up at me "thanks "she smiles and I smile back. The group runs around me as I stand in my spot for a while looking at Ivy and she looks at me. Her joints straighten as she stands, the gun she holds now rests in her butt pocket as we run for the walls, the sirens sound and all I think deep down inside is that no matter what happens.... we're screwed.

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