Aurora, You Are Quite Capable

Crouched low, Carly sprinted towards the gunfire, while Aurora circled the house to find a large tree. She bent down, hitched up her skirt, and climbed up, adjusting her sniper rifle to find the right position among the branches.

Loading, aiming, calculating wind speed, she fine-tuned her scope. The moment her eye met the scope, the green crosshairs filling her vision, she felt like a warrior returning to the battlefield, sword in hand.

By now, most of the guests had left. Through her night-vision scope, the red halos that appeared were those engaged in the firefight.

Aurora's gaze followed Carly, who, to avoid stray bullets, had to advance quickly, bent at the waist. Circling the bushes around the house, Carly took advantage of the distraction provided by the gunfire and slipped into the underbrush.

A hand slowly emerged from the bushes, waving in the night. Aurora knew Carly had joined up with Jasper.

But the gunfire around them was intensifying. Carly and Jasper could barely sneak