*Elijah*I look out the window at the snow, then walk into the small room where she is sitting. She looks up at me. “What are you doing?”“I am going to Oslo. It’s the only way to stop this,” I say, pulling on my coat.“What makes you think you can stop it?” She doesn’t really sound like she believes her own words. “You know even if you make it there, you won’t survive. The agency has a kill plan, and it’s already in place.”I turn to look at her. “How do you know that?”She looks away, not answering, and I walk over, placing my backpack on the table and leaning closer. “How do you know?”She looks at me, a smile that shouldn’t be there on her lips, then she shakes her head. “Sorry... sorry, can we just go again?”“Cut,” the director calls, and it’s like everyone on set lets out a tired sigh at the same time.“Get the drops,” someone says to the makeup artist who is walking over.Amelia sounds almost scared, and well, getting those drops in your eyes to provoke a fake cry is definitel
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