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I slowly walked up the stairs to the roof, where I had met Alexa this morning. My steps were soft and light, gun held tightly in my grasp, waiting for me to shoot. I put my finger on the trigger as I reached the top, the door cracked in the slightest. I pushed it open with the tip of the gun as I peered outside. There were three men up here, all crouched, guns pointed at the ground below