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Crimson B2
Riveta
glanced over at the Brownstone and didn't see any signs of movement.
She had been here for couple of hours, waiting for a sign or signal
of some sort.
"This
is nuts," she said softly. Her car radio was on, playing a faded
hit from long ago and she found herself humming along to the song.
Her
gun, cellphone, a pack of gum, and a dime-store novel were on the
passenger seat. As well as three styrofoam cups of empty coffee.
She
knew that she had drank one coffee too many since she had the urge to go
to the bathroom, but she didn't want to leave her post. Not yet.
"Well
Professor, whatever it is that's supposed to be here isn't," she
muttered again. She chuckled at the notion of talking to herself.
An
eerily glowing light emanated from the top floor of the brownstone
window.
Showtime,
said Riveta. She grabbed the stick of gum and the three empty coffee
cups and exited the car.
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