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SATURDAY 18:00
A HOSTAGE HAD BEEN ORDERED TO BE KILLED, AND THE PROFESSOR WASN'T ANSWERING THE PHONE. A thick tension suffocating the bank. The group was undeniably on edge, because of everything that had went wrong in the matter of a day. Verona felt sick to her stomach after the conversation she had with Florence hours prior. A word hadn't been muttered between the pair since. Florence tried desperately to meet her eyes, but Verona wouldn't even spare a glance at him. She didn't have anyone to turn to, so she was dealing with everything on her own. He knew that she felt betrayed by him, and part of him wished he would've stood up to Berlin that moment in the loading dock.
No matter what she did, she couldn't get the image of Mónica's 'dead ' body out of her mind. It wouldn't be the first time she had seen one, but it still didn't sit well with her. From all the times she had been around the woman, she seemed harmless.
Verona's face was void of any sort of emotion, as she walked around with a bag, allowing the hostages to throw away their food trash. She felt nauseous, like she was going to pass out at any given moment. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, making it hard for her to breathe. The hostage in front of her glanced at her cautiously, noticing how Verona kept scrunching her face up in discomfort.
Her gaze hardened, and the hostage let out a startled noise, their eyes dropping to the floor. Verona continued picking up the trash, until everyone had thrown theirs away. She walked over to the corner of the room, placing down the bag onto the ground. A hand lightly grabbed her shoulder, and she looked over to see the worried eyes of Rio.
"Are you okay?" Rio asked her with genuine concern, a soft look forming on his face. He had been worried about the girl ever since she had basically broken down in his arms. She was never the type of person to show vulnerability around others.
"I'm fine." Verona responded, shrugging her shoulders. Rio wasn't convinced, and tilted his head to the side. "Don't worry about me." She added, pushing past him to get to the other side of the room. He watched her walk away, a frown etching onto his face.
"Excuse me," The voice of Arturo could be heard, as his arm reached out to grab Verona's arm. She immediately ripped her arm out of his grasp, her eyes narrowing at the man. "I'm sorry. The gunshots we heard... did they hurt anyone?" His question made an uncomfortable feeling rise in her chest, but she made sure to maintain her composure.
"Everything is fine." Verona deadpanned, and started walking away from him. Before she could get far, his hand grabbed her arm once again. She pulled a handgun from out of her holster, and aimed it at him. The group let out startled gasps, and Arturo choked out a breath. "Touch me again, I dare you." She had a challenging look in her eye, as she pressed the gun into his chest. Rio immediately rushed over to them, lowering her arm. He moved her back a few steps away from the hostages.
