When she finally pulled herself together, she rose, recalling her original mission and why she had come here. Her eyes surveyed the truck, long since forgotten by the Lieutenants. But there might still be clues within it. Pushing herself to her feet she ignored the shaking in her limbs, the result of the sudden loss of adrenaline. She crossed back over the street to the truck, watching for any signs of the agents before touching where her knife normally sat. It was gone. She’d pulled it on the hottie from the bar - no, the beast who attacked her. Squinting in the dim light of the street lamp she sought out her knife, hoping for a glint or something but it was gone. It had completely vanished into thin air. She mourned for a moment at the loss of her favourite weapon. It left her feeling even more vulnerable than the night had already made her. She had a gun on her still, but it wasn’t her weapon of choice. Guns could be unreliable compared to the nick of a sharp blade.
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