142. The dangerous Device.

As the words "a gun" left her lips, she felt bewilderment creep up her neck. Could it truly be a gun that caused the tire to burst?

Did someone shoot out their tire? She didn't have time to investigate further.

Doubt crept in as she ran her hands through her hair. If she didn't get a move on, she'd be late before the bomb went off.

"Gun?" The driver echoed, turning to face her with raised eyebrows. She nodded, already growing impatient.

"A fucking bullet. I don't have time to check the type of bullet now," she muttered, more to herself than the driver. Checking her pocket for money, she continued, "I better find another taxi. Here, for your trouble."

She pressed the money into his hand, not waiting for change. Being late was not an option. Arguing would only waste more precious minutes.

She stepped onto the roadside as she glanced back and forth for another taxi, but none appeared on the empty street. With a huff of frustration, she slammed her fists against a pole.

If waiting wa
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