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Holly didn't touch her food, simply toyed with it, pushing it around her plate with her fork. Loss of appetite was one of the side effects of her pain meds, though right now she thought it had something more to do with the situation then anything else. Or maybe it was a mix of both.<br/>
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“Of course I wondered.” She said softly in answer to his question. “Are you going to tell me you know the answer?” There was only a hint of sarcasm in her words.<br/>
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She wished terribly that this was all just a bad dream. She could pinch herself and wake up. But she knew it wasn't. It was almost unbearable to sit here and talk with someone who was holding her captive, the only thing that kept her even a little sane was the words Sniper had spoken before he left.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">Rogue and Bobby whipped around, they were standing in the Kitchen doorway, they had just been about to walk through it into the hall someone came hurtling through the window. A raining of bullets flew from his gun and Bobby quickly pulled Rogue down, darting to hide behind the side of the island counter. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">Alarms could be heard ringing all through the school, Rowan with her sensitive hearing had been the first to pick out sounds of intrusion. But she hadn't been expecting an attack through the window. She dove under the island to shield herself from bullets. As she did so she could feel her body responding to the threat. Her nails were growing harder and longer, and her canines were elongating so that they were fang like. She stopped the change there,  not wanting to go full tiger at the moment. She waited patiently for the bullets to run out, praying that the others were ok.</span>