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/Tracy's POV/ I was three minutes away from home heading towards Stacy's police division when Chris sent me her location. I was close, so I stepped on the pedal to get to her faster as anxiousness and nervousness course through me at the same time. I was getting close...so close until someone appeared right in front of my car and I screeched the car to a stop to avoid knocking down whoever it was. I recalled Stacy telling me the same thing about someone suddenly appearing in front of her car, all of a sudden but this person wasn't just anyone, he had a mask to his nose and two swords behind him, he looked...like an assasin. So I moved my hand to my sword before I decided against it and reached for the pistol under my seat located there for emergency purposes. Concealing it under my shirt