In Love With The Dangerous Professor
I reached along the far wall, my trembling arms lifting the weapon towards its goal.
Through this a woman fell, somehow all grace. Her beauty was icy, calculated, and it had the sharpness of a blade. Black hair in spite the wig of blonde Amaya had told us about, muscular figure covered with black skin-tight clothes. There was no sound upon landing, Jade landed as silent and easy as a cat, her knees doing all the absorbing of the force just right.
The Sparrow.
And, lifting herself laboriously, she met my eyes. The gun she saw in my hands and smiled, but smiling with amusement, not belief.
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