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The moment after the assassin shot Max, Miranda couldn't breathe. A moment later her breath returned. She drew her gun and sprinted after the assassin.
As she struggled with the assassin, Miranda was determined to win. She was fighting to avenge her compañero.
She heard the gun go off and barely avoided the assassin’s falling body. As she clung to the ivy on the ledge, she saw Max's hand reach out to pull her up.
“I thought that you were dead!” Miranda exclaimed, as he pulled her up. Max unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his bulletproof vest. Miranda kissed him.
