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14. Who am I?
Emilia squinted her eyes sharply looking at the culprit right in front of her eyes. Henry on the other hand, didn’t look much disappointed to see that Emilia had found him. He wore a black bolo shirt, pairing it up perfectly well with a denim black jeans, with holsters donned over each side of her chest and a badge hanging out from his jeans’ front pocket. Emilia’s eyes darted right over the badge and she knew that the man was just more than he had always implied on or expressed to be. The way he had so sharply and unprecedently just flew a bullet right across Hannah, he was a trained killer. Perhaps an assassin or a spy and given the rusty situation of the station that they had set up, it could not have been some sort of assassin station. She had read well about them and even interv
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