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"There's an emergency, Sarah has been badly injured- shot. I need you all to prepare for her medical attention" He declared panting and sweating as he jabbed the steering wheel, ignited the truck back to life, sped through the road like he was about to lose something. 

The silver arrow was in his pocket. He was going to get them in for sampling, the shooter had survived this time but not the next. 

Getting back to the mansion was in a split second. On the way to the house, he had stepped on his brakes several times. Some yelled and cursed back at his roughness but he didn't mind, all he wanted was to get Sarah home safe and sound. By the time he got to the house, her blood had formed a river at the back seat. The blood was completely red and healthy.