Chanda's POV.“How’s the booze?” I asked Clifford after he split open the bottle of liquor I handed him.“I already feel energized,” he replied, then stood up on his own and managed a smile.“Well, that’s good to hear. We need to move — Horacio’s men might be coming back,” I said, stepping outside the indoor area only to spin back quickly. “Shit! They’re coming here. It looks like they finally realized I tricked them.”My eyes darted around as I scanned the surroundings. I need to think of a plan. They’ll overpower us quickly if we don’t get out of here, I thought, frustrated, scratching my head.“Fuck! Think, Chanda, c’mon…” I muttered. I checked the magazine — only a few bullets left. With so many people approaching, what I had wasn’t nearly enough.Right — I remembered there was a room in this house where Horacio kept his weapons.“C’mon, Clifford, follow me,” I ordered and ran toward the minibar. We turned into the hallway and then stopped.“What’s your plan, Chanda?” he panted.“
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