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I glanced down atto hurl at him I desperately wanted to break his other hand

"You’re a prick," Willow sneered fro his gun in her direction "Well, right now I’m the prick who has you cornered"

Si her behind him "You won’t shoot us" He said it boldly, as if it were a fact And ent Truman really didn’t have a hazuy with the gun "It’d be suicide"

Sient Truman’s weapon stayed exactly where it was, aimed at Simon, who’d taken Willow’s place, and just when I was convinced this whole shooting-us thing had to be a bluff, Agent Truer

It was one of thosehappens too fast and too slow at the same time My brain felt scraht, even while every detail that unfolded see clarity: the look on Siet out of the way in ti inwas so ined, and the smellthat odd crisp and cheunpowder

Watching Simon take the impact of the bullet doll as he sla with all the disbelief I felt He hit the ground so assed in the ducts, and I cringed when his head cracked sharply against the paveainst the wall, even as Willow launched forward, dragging Siain, only this time he was a split second too late Willow tossed Sient

When she charged Agent Truman, she looked like a bull--nostrils flared, jaw set She was seriously pissed

And he hter’s cape He dug in, securing his stance and setting his feet shoulder width apart And then, just when I thought I’d seen it all, he pulled the trigger one ht Willow square in the chest, I thought asped, herfor air

And that’s when I realized rong With everything With this whole scene

It was the reason Agent Tru us

There was no blood

He was shooting at ushe had shot Sile trace of blood