D-day came quickly. That morning she was pumped with adrenalin. We went back to the apartment and just waited for tag to show. Since last night this apartment was in Nalla's possession. I've bought it and listed Nalla as the owner. She is clueless about this. Her rifle was in backpack on her back and as soon as we entered the apartment she started to assemble it.
She satrted to sing and it was a rare occasion that I could hear her voice. She sang about sunflowers. It was some mix of ballade and opera and it was beautiful. She had a variable voice so she could pull out large octave range. From manly deep to high alt tones. Just name it.
I've looked trough the window and saw target's security team. Time to roll.
"Nalla,he's here.."
And there she was,standing by the window waiting for hi
