Tracey didn’t blink—she froze where she stood—not saying a word, she stepped closer to Skylar, who was now looking up at Tracey.
Bree came close and pushed her back, pointing the gun at her.
“You can put the gun down—you guys know the consequences of killing a city official,” Tracey blurted out.
But her comment fell on deaf ears as Bree continued to point the gun at her, Tracey noticed her stance was wrong, her posture looked just as amateur as her “intimidating” glare. This couldn’t be our Prexy, some adolescent pointing a gun at the slightest hint of conflict. Tracey remained silent.