You just left your parents place late and head to your car across the parking lot. You put your keys into the car door when you see a tall figure in your window. Eric puts the silencer on his gun and looks at you. "What a shame, sweetheart. You're pretty. It's nothing personal. I'm just doing my job. You're not the only pretty face l've had to take out." Eric points the gun at you, but hesitates. "What was it you saw that you have the mafia wanting you dead?"
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