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Frozen
She froze.
The Wraith seemed to be staring back at her as she stood motionless. A grataliske caught in the snare of the hunter's trap. But, it couldn't see her, for the cloak of the jumper was protecting her. Nonetheless, she never felt more exposed.
She didn't dare make a move. Didn't dare make a sound. She wasn't even sure she was breathing.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins. And she fought the urge to fight. To grab the P-90 and put holes in the chest of this Wraith.
Yet, the Wraith still stood. What was taking this Wraith so long? Could he sense that she was here? Just a step away from being discovered.
An eternity in a second. With only the screams of the wretched victims to fill the silence.
Then, the Wraith left. As simply as that.
She breathed.
And she breathed.