A/N: Here's the next chapter.
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The next morning, Dengar woke up to the sound of a thud then shattering glass.
"What the heck is she doing?" He muttered to himself, getting out of bed.
He walked down the hall and into the kitchen. He was surprised when he saw the place a mess, it almost looked like a storm went through the kitchen. He looked into the living room and saw the one window was shattered and Latts was on the floor.
"Latts?" Dengar asked, walking into the room and crouching down next to her.
He rolled her onto her beck and saw she had a blaster wound in her stomach.
"Dang, I hope you haven't lost too much blood." Dengar muttered. He felt her pulse, it was there but it was slow.
Dengar ran to the bathroom and grabbed her medical kit. He went back into the living room and opened the kit. He didn't know what to use, he usually never had to use medical kits.
Suddenly her wound, the glass on the floor, and the shattered part of the window faded away. Latts sat up laughing.
"It's nice to know that you wouldn't be able to save me if I was going to bleed to death." She smirked.
"What was that?" Dengar asked.
"A modified Holographic disguise matrix. A friend taught me how to change the settings so you could also do rooms." She explained.
"I don't know whether to like you or to kill you." He grumbled.
"How did you feel? Or more accurately, what did you feel?" She asked.
"First I felt a weird, chilling feelings then, just now, a good feeling." He said.
"Good, that was fear and relief, in that order too." She said.
"Just don't do it again." He muttered walking into the kitchen.
"No promises." She laughed. "The look on your face was definitely worth all that prep work I had to do."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it (sorry it was very short). Please review.
I'm trying to wrap this fic up, but I'm having a lack of ideas. So if there is something you want to see happen by the end of this fic, then add it at the end of your review, and I will try to use some of them. Thanks!