Lorna took slow breaths, her heart slamming loudly in her chest, her fist clenched tightly, others passed by her, but all were invisible to her, all sounds lost, a point of both panic, fear, and confusion.
Her eyes never leave the white package on her desk. Was it a bomb? Gas? G-st. All sought of thoughts formed in her head, but she knew whatever was in there was not good, she gulped, eyeing the package suspiciously, before her shaky hands reached for it, her heart slamming loudly in her chest as it would explode in any second.
She unravel the package slowly, bits by bits, it was a box lying beneath, she gulps taking deep breaths as she open the top, her shaky eyes lands on a black gun well customized, like the agency's but different and what's weird it had a gold bullet inside, she gulps, she wouldn't dare to bring out the gun, she didn't want unnecessary attention, she knew the consequences, his threats were still slamming at the back of her head. But why a gun?
