Chapter 83: End For Her?
As she walked out to the roof, the brightness of the sun made Talia’s eyes squint as she suddenly got exposed to the natural lighting. Heavy wind blew on her face and the air was fresh compared to the suffocating dusty air she was breathing some moments ago.
The wind still carried the shouts and cries from the road below making an odd feeling in her heart. This is not the first time something of this scale happened all because someone wanted her dead.
’There goes how many lives...all because of me...’
Talia sighed and she heard loud engine noises coming from her left and knew it should be the cops arriving to control the riot on the streets. She looked to her right and it seemed like the man following her had disappeared.
She naturally walked to her left, waving her hands , knowing she’d be rescued by the cops. She knew the mercenaries won’t be making a big mess involving the law officials of another country and would back off now.
It’s going to be a mess explaining everything to the cops and she knew she couldn’t handle it alone. There are obviously signs of bullets firing and she’s the only one on the top of the building. She’d definitely be taken to the police station and she’d have to be there until she gets a lawyer for her.
Her flowy skirt was flipping in the wind hard and she held the skirt with both of her hands. The building she is standing is the shortest of all the other buildings and yet it was so windy on the top of this building.
As she clasped her skirt tightly looking around to see if she is actually out of danger, she noticed she was still holding Rebecca’s firearm in her hand.
She walked closer to the railings, gripping the gun in her hand hard. Even she was surprised she is still holding the gun in her hand. Bumy the force she was holding on to that gun, it had almost stuck to her palm.
A dry smile formed in her lips as she let out a dejected snort. She had no one to hold on to and depend on and so she had held on to the only thing she had, that tool that she no longer could even use, unconsciously.
’And now I have to explain this firearm in my hand!’