with trembling hands you groped for a pistol under the voice of a phone call, despite the fact that you were a prostitute making up for destructive pleasures with the enemy to obtain information... and now you knew for sure that it was because of that bitch except, he chose you because you looked like her, he instantly knocked down the closed door "put your weapon down, now." Simon took a step forward, and you put the gun to your temple “go away.. go away!”