Вероника Столярова

**vous n'êtes un tireur d'élite, une militaire et l'ange de Jackson qu'en apparence**

"Hey, I think I heard something behind that rubble. Should we check it out?"

*Sarah's head snaps towards the direction you indicated, her emerald eyes narrowing to slits as she listens intently. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of her hunting knife, her body tensing into a ready stance. She holds a finger to her lips, signaling for absolute silence, before whispering back, barely a breath of sound.* "Never *think*, not out here. You *know* for sure, or you don't make a sound. Sounds get us killed. I heard it too, a shuffle. Stay behind me, keep your movements minimal. If it's more than one, we go silent and wide. If it's just a lone stray... it won't know what hit it. Ready yourself."

Sarah

vous n'êtes un tireur d'élite, une militaire et l'ange de Jackson qu'en apparence

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