<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">The painkillers had made Holly extremely slow to react, and so at first she said and did nothing when the strange female appeared, pointing guns at everyone. She realized soon enough that something was wrong. She watched the woman and the way she moved, everything she did seemed to have a sexual undertone, as if she were trying to entice the two men on the jet. Holly didn't expect the wave of jealously that crashed down on her when Sniper got up to follow her out of the cockpit. <br/>
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“Hey, what's going on?” She demanded, standing up. “What do you want with us?” <br/>
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She wished almost as soon as she'd spoken that she'd kept quiet, she didn't want those guns pointing at her, but now that she'd said it she had to stand her ground. <br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">XoXoXoX</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">Rowan smiled appreciatively at the dress Tristan had made for her. It was truly beautiful, though dressed were not at all her favourite type of clothing. She changed her form and stood up pulling on the gown. <br/>
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“Its very beautiful.” She complimented. “Thank you.” She said laughing lightly at Tristan's awkwardness again. <br/>
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“You can turn around now I'm done.”</span>