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THE CONTRACT'S FATE
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Jessica’s eyes stayed locked on the metallic device lying on the floor, and her heart began pounding with determination.

She crouched low, carefully crawling across the shattered glass and debris, her movements were slow and deliberate to avoid drawing attention.

Bullets continued to rip through the walls, but Jessica focused solely on her goal.

Reaching the device, she quickly grabbed it, her fingers trembled slightly as she examined its switches and buttons.

Her sharp mind, trained for situations like this, worked swiftly. She pressed a sequence of buttons, and suddenly, her ghostly legs began to solidify.

In mere moments, her body fully regained its physical form. Jessica let out a quiet breath of relief, feeling the ground firmly beneath her feet once more.

Before anyone else in the room could react, the front door burst open with a loud crash. Ahmed, the lead gunman, stormed in with his men, their weapons were drawn and ready.

Their sharp eyes scanned the room until they lan
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