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--stop the bus--

“Get down to the floor!” the woman with the gun standing next to me ordered.

I started to bend over, but she pulled me back up by my shirt. “Not you!”

She shoved me back against the window, and my head hit the frame again. It hurt a lot, but everything that was happening seemed to be in third-person, like I wasn’t even there.. like I was just watching a movie.

The guards didn’t get down to the floor, and as I watched each one, I saw a couple of them pulling out guns of their own and aiming them at the woman.

The woman, seeing them move, swung her arm around in one swift motion, shooting both of them with perfect aim. All that remained were three more, and she shot them as well. Apparently, not all of them had been equipped with weapons.

Now that all of the guards were dead, she walked up the center aisle to the front of the bus, where the bus driver was. Shoving the end of her gun into his hair, she yelled out, “Stop the bus!”

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