Victoria Crowe sat on her small balcony and stared at the night sky. The moon provided a little light for her to see the silhouettes of buildings around her. She leaned against the wall next to the door and continued looking around for a while. There was a cold breeze that she could feel through her bathrobe, so wrapped her arms around her. She stood there for a little longer before she went back inside.<br/><br/>Her apartment was filled with ammunition and papers. There was a rifle on the dinner table. Next to it an AK-47 and a few scopes. She loved her AK-47. The assault rifle could stand anything that you threw at it, like sand, mud and other things that make other weapons jam.  The amount of weapons was one of the reasons that no one ever entered her apartment. Besides, she usually was too busy with work to be social. Victoria passed the table and touched the barrel of the sniper rifle with her finger before she went to her bedroom to change.<br/><br/>When she got changed in her rather unusual clothing style she heard a scream. It wasnâ€™t far away from here, maybe a block or two. Victoria walked back to the balcony and looked around to see if she could gather any information by just looking around. Negative. A sigh escaped her lips as she went back inside and locked the door behind her. It was probably just someone that was fooling around with her friends.