The Bluecoats Arrive

A homeless man on the street drinks a beer,

His chapped lips and frozen, trembling fingers

Clues to his status. The cop cars pull up in front,

Noting the terrified hostages and positioning a

Sniper, who takes the shot and lets a bullet rip

Through Rori's cream sweater just as she sets a

Bomb on the vault door. Emma spins around

And the hostages flee, and, in a moment of fury,

Emma shoots one of them, her first actual killing.

The End

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