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Margaery carefully adjusted the curtains, her finger ghosting the trigger, and pulled. She watched the boy fall- but saw another bullet in his head. Different angle, probably someone on a higher floor. Shit. She got up quickly- pulling the curtains- and disassembled the gun, putting various pieces in her jacket in their designated places, zipped it up, and opened the door, knowing the agency would cover up any evidence and the bill. She hit the elevator button calmly- if she looked paranoid- they would catch it on the cameras. The elevator opened, and she saw a girl walking down from the stairs, heading towards her.
Without thinking- she held her arm out so the elevator stayed. The girl joined her in the elevator. Unfortunately, so did a harried looking policeman. He looked at them suspiciously.
"Thanks for keeping the elevator here, babe." The other girl said, putting her arm around Margaery. She narrowed her eyes and knew the other girl saw it, but she smiled at her. The cop wouldn't notice such a minimal move with her eyes- they were fine. The elevator doors closed.
"No problem dear. Did you find your phone?" Margaery asked. The red head held up a phone.
"Well, I know you were worried. I'm just happy you found it." The brunette said, as the cop busied himself with floor numbers. He chose floor 8, the floor above them, which made the red head tense against Margaery.
Oh shit. She was the other shooter, Margaery realized. The cop got off and the other girl hit the close door button. They both reached for the ground floor button. And pushed it together, their thumbs almost touching. They were both silent as they left the elevator- separate ways- different cars.
That was the first time Margaery saw her.