“No, I was the lucky one.”

The two ladies just sat in silent with each other. Both of them deep in their thoughts about what was going to unfold in the next few hours. Both of them needed something to fill the massive void that was consuming them.

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“That’s her! That’s the one! Only she looked different. She was painted up like some dead whore.” George yelled as he threw down an old Subaru magazine add on the large marble table. They were in Victor Krash’s office discussing the plan of actions they were going to take after they found out about the murder of George’s fellow police officers.

Victor was growing impatient as he looked down at the picture of Dana in her “Get out and stay out.” Subaru add.

“How could that be? I thought you killed her.”

“You’re god damn right I did!” George yelled out towards Victor, who shot George a death like look.

George slowly cooled his temper as he saw the anger rise in Victor Krash. He returned his voice to normal as he began speaking again.

“My men and I pumped her with enough bullets to take down King fucking Kong. There is no way anyone could survive that.”

“She’s a ghost.” Talia’s voice came from behind victor as she leaned up against her boss.

Victor just responded as he wrapped one of his arms around his prized assassin. She placed a hand onto her bosses chiseled chest as she stroked it gently. She smiled coyly at George who looked like he was about to have a nervous break down.

“There’s no such thing.” George replied. His voice was dripping with doubt. Deep down inside he knew that Talia spoke the truth, he just didn’t want to believe it.

“Really? Then what killed Johnson and Roark” she said out loudly as she pointed a finger straight into George’s face. George swatted her finger away as he began to pace back and forth growing more scared and terrified with each passing minute.