She caught up with him as he was about to leave through the
window. They both froze, as his eyes darted between the woman who he’d grown to
love while she worked undercover, and the gun she had trained on him now.
After a moment, she aimed at the wall and fired.
“Darn, I’m out.”
He smiled, and held out his hand.
“Come with me.”
She paused.
“Well…
I can’t.”
He sighed.
“I know. But that pause? That’ll do.”
He ran. After a moment, she ran after him.
She saw him again three years later, when she identified his
body.
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