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ic: Nessa shook. She stared at her pistol. She couldn't kill him with just that.
"I don't know. We better get inside." Andre muttered, walking in.

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ic: Nessa shook. She stared at her pistol. She couldn't kill him with just that.
"I don't know. We better get inside." Andre muttered, walking in.

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ic: Lyra hurried after Alan, sticking to his side.
Nessa had already gone inside.

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ic: Lyra blinked. "Alcohol...?" She shook her head a bit to say she hadn't.
"I think we should check upstairs." Andre blinked up.

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ic: "Fifteen." Lyra blinked up at Alan.
Andre walked up. "We're back..."

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ic: Andre had anticipated the shot and shifted so it skimmed his leg. He winced, picking Antone up bridal style and darting to a spot away from a window. He set his companion down.
Lyra blinked and nodded.
I'll do it tonight. Nessa looked up.

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ic: "I'll find something." Andre murmured, turning and looking through some stuff, coming back with bandages. He lifted Antone's pant leg, wrapping the wound up.

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ic: Lyra nodded, scared.
Andre returned the smile, nodding.

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ic: "I think she's downstairs." Andre replied.

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ic: "I'll carry you. You don't weigh much." Andre smiled.

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ic: Eyes round, Lyra gave a little nod. "Yes sir..." She stood and walked over to him.

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ic: Lyra gulped, hurrying to her companion.

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ic: Lyra blinked fearfully and gave a little nod.
Nessa had left, knowing what Alan and Lyra were doing. She circled around them all so that Hans wasn't aware of her presence. She'd taken a sniper rifle and shotgun for this night.
Andre sat beside Antone, frowning.

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ic: On top of a roof, Nessa stared downwards, following Hans' movement through narrowed eyes. She was still and silent.

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ic: Nessa, looking through the scope of her rifle, prepared to shoot, waiting for the right moment.
Lyra followed.
"No idea." Andre frowned. He sighed.

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ic: "Shit..." Nessa whispered. She ran along roofs, towards the office Hans entered.

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ic: Nessa rolled out of the way, the bullet missing her leg. She quickly aimed a shot right back.

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ic: Lyra nodded, running after him.
Nessa hissed. It hit her leg, but went through without hitting bone. She continued to run, ignoring the pain the best she could. She jumped to the roof of the building he was on.

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ic: Nessa was hit in the lower abdomen. She peered down off the building. There was a large mob of walkers gathered. She got an idea. "COME GET ME COWARD!" She shouted.

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ic: Nessa dropped to the floor that Hans was on, shooting him in the foot as she did so.

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ic: "Shit!" Nessa hissed, darting behind cover.