No dying, ok?
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Last published Tue, Jan 23, 2018
"I'm finally in the building. It is certainly true that it's a maze. I race around corner after corner to find where my coworkers are hiding. However, I have to be careful. This building is crawling with soldiers and guards, not to mention the hi-tech cameras only used by them.
Every corner I take, my heart starts to race even faster than it already is. I hear my ragged breathing. My body screams at me to stop. No time. How long have i been running? I have to keep going. The only thing keeping me from falling flat on my face is the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
After yet another corner, I freeze. There they are. Under a table. Even though a tablecloth covers the edges, I immediately spot them because of Julie's lime green converse peeking out from underneath. I can always count on her to choose the brightest colours to invade a military base. I look around and notice there lies an obstacle in my way. Two guards and a camera. Well, thank goodness I brought a bread clip. "
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