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Gilass didn't get any sleep that night. She babysat the gun on her bed, scared to hold her and break something. The box also contained a red rose, and a countdown watch. The message was crumpled in her hands.
The corridors were awfully silent. The banquet was being held on the opposite side of the ship but if you paid attention you could hear the music, but there wasn't any. Or she wasn't paying attention at all. Sometimes she could hear the humming of the lights or perhaps it was all in her head.
Footsteps. Room service? They stopped in front of her door. She didn't order any.
"Open it, get ready and I hope you know how to use it. They will be here soon. X"
She took the gun and pointed at the door. A tall dark figured dodged inside and hit the wall.
"Good, you got it. I just hope you don't shake it when you have to use it for real. Safety is on, by the way..."
More footsteps. Room service this time?
"Great, they are here already." The man flashed at Gilass still on her bed. "What are you doing? Mind giving me a hand?"
But the door swooshed open.
