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We both leaned against the old house, peeling paint digging into my arms as I a glanced into the window.
She was there!
Raising her gun toward the Sheriff, she took careful aim as a maniacal sneer formed on her lips.
“You disgust me,” she snarled with unbounded rage. Throwing her head back suddenly, she let loose a loud, evil laugh, straight from the bowels of hell. “At least this way, I get to personally witness your last breath.” She grinned as she cocked her gun. “Quite the consolation prize, I assure you.”
I glanced over at Frank, who nodded as he tensed himself to break through the door. Cocking my own weapon, I knew that this was the moment . . . capture or kill, this all ended now.
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