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"Well, it seems that everything fits, here we have a weapon for each one of you"

"Won't they be alarmed in this neighborhood by the shooting?"

"Use the sofa cushions to muffle the noise, make it look like an execution, a shot in the forehead..."

Pablo was surprised that Gis was the one who had the least qualms about quickly grabbing the pistol and the cushion. As a philosopher, as an intellectual, seeing all the crimes behind those guys had led her to dehumanize them, they were scum, killing them, even if it was hard, was what she herself had wanted with her ideology. An easy end to an endemic evil.

Alba hesitated a little longer, her violent nature, her hard life, even her own character quickly led her to assume that taking that step was the normal process once she reached that situation, she took the gun not without sighing first and a pillow.