C17 Allergic to Disaster

He tried to pull out his gun.

Claus was faster. He shot him. The bullet went right into his skull.

Mia rushed out at the sound of the gun. She was scared to her bones. A rush of relief ran through her when she found out Claus was safe.

Claus threw a phone to her. She caught it narrowly.

“Call Carol. Tell her the fried fish drowned in water.”

“Sorry?” Mia questioned