#sameen x root

It was passed midnight in a cloudy and windy night, Root was walking along the streets which were under surveillance. She kept listening Machine who gave her a weird kind of feeling of security, or such. She zipped up her leather jacket, pulling her hands in its side pockets, she kept walking. “It is going to rain with 97% possibility.” Machine said which drug a sigh between her tightly pressed lips. Machine kept babbling all the way down to the diner and not even for once Root wanted quietness. Maybe she just hoped Machine would give her any valuable information about their little rebel group; tell her they were okay, somewhere safe.

She didn’t hear the steps on the side of her deaf ear but she felt movement, the wind brushed against her differently. She kept walking though not giving away that she was aware of the body almost right behind her. Despite the knowledge; she jumped a little as she was pulled to the darker dead-ended street. When she was ready to pull out her gun, she saw who it was stupid enough to grab her like that. “You scared the hell out of me. I could’ve killed you!”

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