George Frye

Vanessa remained centered in the street with her shotgun. She patrolled back and forth in haste. There was nothing coming her way. These pros didn't have weapons to attack with. They were left to rely on their bare bodies to fight against Pattie's team.

Every gust of wind triggered her senses to find out what was behind each car, window, empty trash can among any other dead space she found. Never was there anything.

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Whereas nobody could find anything, Jaivva knew somebody was there. But she didn't fret. Instead, she listened in on the crinkling dirt beneath her pursuer's boots. At no point could she tell where he was coming from. That was fine.