Page 143 of Rugger: The Huntress

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Everybody on the other end of my scope had to die. Tears blurred my vision, but the lack of movement in the room made it clear that everyone had succumbed to their injuries.

Satisfaction didn’t find me. There was only pain. Anxiousness. Pressure. Regret. Uncertainty. A million thoughtsswarmed through my head as I dismantled my weapon in fourteen seconds flat, tossing each part into my backpack.

I hurried out of the door. The stairs weren’t an option, so I took the route to the main hallway. I pressed the elevator button three times, hoping it signaled my urgency.

“Come on. Come on. Come on.”

I paced the floor, preparing to enter the cart the second the doors parted.

“Sonnie, baby– hang on for me. App– apply pressure to the wound, baby. You have to stop the blo– the blood. You hear me, baby?”

Tears began burning my eyes as I waited for a response.

A sound.

Movement.

Heavy breathing.

Whimpers.

Anything.

There was nothing. The silence was agonizing.

“Sonnie. Talk to me. I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.”

Ping.

The elevator doors opened and I stepped on. Continuously, I pressed the lobby button.

“Fuck– don’t do this to, Sonnie. Don’t do thi–”

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