Face Clarice

"What's starting?" You demand, the pops from outside growing louder. People inside have started to scream now and you turn, seeing two large guns pushing their way through the house, releasing a loud and deadly amount of bullets.

"Boys!" Clarice calls and you feel her hand on your shoulder. "Take this one hostage."

"What?" You exclaim, pulling away from her grasp.

The two men walk over, hanging their guns over their shoulders and grabbing your arms. "Have fun." Clarice purs dangerously before stepping around you and your capters.

One of the men puts a thick black bag over your head, and then suddenly the gunfire is back. You hang your head and grit your teeth, trying to push through the ear piercing bursts of gun fire on either side of you. Your feet keep getting caught on things you can't see and then you feel the rush of air around you as you are dragged outside.

You grunt in pain as your arm slams against a sharp edge. You're forced into a seat and you hear the rolling sound of a van door shuttiing.

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