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The Door doesn't open on a room. The other side shows what appears to be the interior of a Range Rover. Smells of scorched rubber and cordite waft through. If one looks closely, there's a brief glimpse of splintered glass and dents in the roof.
The blonde-haired, slender young woman who's just tried to exit said vehicle scowls fiercely. Her free hand tightens on the Glock she carries.
After a second, she steps clear to allow the door to shut behind her. The gun's lowered but not put away.
The blonde-haired, slender young woman who's just tried to exit said vehicle scowls fiercely. Her free hand tightens on the Glock she carries.
After a second, she steps clear to allow the door to shut behind her. The gun's lowered but not put away.