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Her boots slammed down in the puddle and she laughed like bells in the wind.
Beware the Jaberwock, she said. Every night, the same story over and over. Little Alice rolled her eyes each time, her mother's nonsense made no sense. A few years later, a landslide started beneath her feet and there it was: a giant metal creature. "Jaberwock," she called it.
The blasted rain was in her eyes, her hair, her face, getting all over the papers she was carrying, and she couldn't see a thing. As a result, she walked right into a man, slightly taller than herself and carrying an umbrella. "Oh, sorry!" She wasn't just sorry for bumping into him. She grabbed the handle of his umbrella and tore it from his grasp, running down the road as she heard his outraged screams chasing her.
He sits in his office, hands folded on a cold wooden desk and a one-eyed stare cold enough to make even the toughest agents squirm. He is unforgiving and merciless as he raises the gun and BOOM. The woman before him widens her eyes as she drops to the ground. It isn't fatal, they both know. He still has use for her.
He sits in his office, hands folded on a cold wooden desk and a one-eyed stare cold enough to make even the toughest agents squirm. He is unforgiving and merciless as he raises the gun and BOOM. The woman before him widens her eyes as she drops to the ground. It isn't fatal, they both know. He still has use for her.