Lana's POV
Lana's eyes grew wide as she saw two of Clifford's gunmen appear out of nowhere behind the elders.
They weren't supposed to be this fast!
No...
Even worse.
They pulled out their guns and aimed at...
They aimed at...
'Dad...?'
BANG!
The two elders dropped dead, and Lana's jaw fell low.
Her knees buckled, and she felt like she was going to pass out.
'Dad...?'
It wasn't happening.
It just couldn't be happening.
The man who looked older than the rest of them, with his red short hair, freckles on his wrinkled skin, and gentle green eyes...
Dead.
In front of Lana.
How could she let this happen?
'What's my next job gonna be, dad?' She recalled asking his father, before leaving the presence of the High Summit, three years ago.
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