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"Who's there?" She demands, eyes searching the dark for anything out of place, her hands now cradling the pistol. Shit. She paces foreword, a determined look on her face. But her heart rate gives her fear away. I bite my lip and glance behind me. Maybe I can get away before she sees me... "Stand up and face me, mutt." Okay, so scratch the escape plan. I rise slowly, not wanting to alarm her. I come face to face with the barrel of her gun. Only a few feet separates us and we are both breathing heavy. The gun quakes. I glance at her eyes, they are narrowed pointedly at me. I can't hide my smirk. "Wipe the grin off your face before I do it for you." I stifle my smile. God, she's the best kind of handful there is. I can already tell. She holds her own, she's fierce and strong. An