Amara flipped her hair and rotated her shoulders. Looking around the study, I see blood on the expensive carpet and six bodies on the floor.
"I didn't want it to get bloody, but..." Amara flipped her hair back, gathering it and tying it. She crosses over Luca's unconscious body and grabs her bag back; they throw it in some corner of the room. This is essentially not my fault; you backstabbed Russians." She thought as she sat on the seat across from the laptop and opened. Getting comfortable, she cracked her knuckles.
Finally she got her hand on it, three months and finally she has to restore to violence. Why did she try it first? She thought to herself.
