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It was seven o'clock -the usual time for Levi Steven's evening walk. It was a nice summer Friday. The gentle breeze blew his dark brown hair. Families were eating out and some were having a movie night. It looked like everyone was so happy and care-free. If they only knew what went on oceans away. But then again, they did. Men lost their lives so they could live like this. For their peace and safety, others got chaos, danger, injury, and maybe even death.

He knew this all too well. He was a soldier. The reason he was sent back home was because of an injury by a sniper helicopter. This had been his second time. The first one around gave him the name Sniper-and so had his skill. He'd lost his buddy, Chris, a few moments after the second. Ever since then, coming back to normal life, he'd seen how much people cared about the men who lost their lives-nothing.

Life on the front-lines was hard and filled with horror and lose-but why did he miss it? Somehow on the field, he felt he was paying back for Chris death. But here it haunted him, knowing he was partly responsible for it. He felt a fire of rage that never cooled. He kept it locked in, but he needed to get it out. He had just come out of rehabilitation, but it looked like it hadn't worked.

Even by that, the service was indirectly saying he was being released from duty. And how the heck did they think he was going to be able to live normally? Fighting was like the air he breathed now. He liked it. His body was always kept in incredible shape, and he was still too young to retire at the age of twenty-five. It all did not make any sense.

A man in black bumped into him from behind. He seemed jittery and nervous. His eyes flashed, as if startled, when he met Levi's hard deep blue eyes. "Are you okay sir?"

"Yes," he stuttered. Levi noticed the man's hand was under his black leather jacket. Black figure against the white shirt had accidentally peeped out. He entered the Fifty's dinner followed by three other guys. Something was wrong. Dangerously wrong.

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This was the weekend rush. The place was buzzing with the sound of patrons and music from the '50s. Lisa poured yet another cup of coffee for the same over-stressed student. And why on earth did the waitresses have to wear heels? "Hey, Circus Lady!" an impatient person called from a corner table.

Circus Lady-the name given to her on account of her history with the circus as an acrobat. Travelling all over with the circus had been fun, but once they'd bumped into this town, she had chosen to settle. After all, she'd been with them for over eight years and it was getting a bit stressful. So after her twenty-first birthday, she wanted a change-and she got this. She loved it. But at times she wanted more than just days that seemed to roll into each other. Maybe she'd look for a different job-but for now she was needed right here.

Four men entered. They didn't head for a table. Understandably so. The place was jammed. She'd help them out, but first she need to deliver these orders to the kitchen.

She sighed. This was the place with a bit of peace-just cooks, the sound of cooking and the smell of fast food and no customer noises and Elvis Presley's voice. "Orders are ready Miss Troy," Jay said, a teenager with braces just having a job to save up for a motorcycle.

She smiled and sighed, "Thank you."

He shook his head. "Poor Cinderella."

She snorted, placing four plates on both her arms, "I have dark hair and eyes for crying out loud!"

A gunshot rang out. Screaming followed. Everybody in the kitchen headed for the back door out, except Lisa and Jay, frozen in place by fear. "Nobody move or try anything funny or the next bullet is for you, got it?"

Lisa and Jay heard every word. His eyes were wide with horror. "Are we getting robbed?"

Lisa felt like her breathing was constricted. She knew she was going to drop the plates in her arms. She laid then back on the counter as silently as she could. She looked around helplessly. A limit of five hundred bucks was kept out front, but the rest was in here-and it would not be long until the robbers found that out.

In a trembling whisper she told Jay to get home. He was gone almost instantly.

She felt fear swelling in her chest, but she had to do something.

She went to the storage room. The safe was behind the boxes ahead in this crammed up room. She quietly kicked the door shut. She dropped to her knees and shakily moved the boxes of napkins and disposable silverware, and the safe was revealed. She had heard the combination once and had never forgotten it. She bit her lip nervously as she dialed it in.

She realized how much she had not thought through her plan. She didn't know how to use a gun. And even if she somehow figured it out, how was she going to use it as a defense? She knew she was incredibly outnumbered. Now holding the deadly device, her body tingled and her palms sweated. How would she muster the nerve to pull the trigger? But still-she had to do something.

A warm strong hand clamped over her mouth, and his other hand went for the gun. In her utter trepidation, she froze yet she didn't let go of the sidearm.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the man whispered in her ear.

Her grip only tightened. How could she believe that? Her mind buzzed so hard she felt faint.

"I'm trying to help, I swear." His hand dropped from her mouth and he released his hold on the gun.

She spun around as she sprung to her feet, and raised the gun barrel to his forehead-the guy could've been around six feet. How lucky she was to be wearing heels so the barrel could at least touch. He didn't look moved at all, only urgency in his deep blue eyes and frustration etched on his face. "Who are you?" she dared to ask.

He cursed silently. "By the time you ask why I'm here, who knows how much money those slime bags would have made off with!" He sighed, seeing she wasn't relenting. She was terribly pale though. "Look chic," he said more gently. "You know my face. If I make off, you tell the cops to get after me. You got nothing to lose. Think of the people who might get hurt because you don't have the nerve to pull a trigger." He quickly regretted having said that. She looked more than ready now. But he went on, "I'm helping this place-and you."

Lisa wasn't sure. But it was true. She could never pull a trigger. And she had no choice right now but to trust him. He looked anything but scheming. And like he'd said, she'd seen his face. Those deep blue eyes would not be that easy to forget. She lowered the gun slowly. And she cautiously placed it in his outstretched hand-helpless.

He went straight to the window he came through after checking if it was loaded. "I'll be back, I promise," he said over his shoulder. And he was gone into the night.

What had she done?

She heard more screams. "Where's the rest of the money!"

She had to get out of here. She opened the door a crack. No one. She leaned her back against the wall beside the kitchen entrance. If one of those guys came in here and the sight of her took them by surprise, she was dead.

"Please!" a woman cried hysterically, "Don't shoot him!"

"Jake, go see what's in the kitchen back there."

She had to get out of here! She dropped to the floor and crawled as low as she could to get to the front of the diner behind the counter. Poor Thomas' hands were in the air, as she crawled by his feet.

She realized nobody knew she was here. She had the element of surprise on her side. But that could get her killed too.

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Out the window, Levi was back in the alley with the wall of the diner on his right. These robbers had a guy standing on the outside to stop anyone from outside doing anything and anyone inside getting out. Levi would get him first. He thought about a bullet to the head. No, that would cause attention from the wrong people.

Then he got it. He put the sidearm in his back jean pocket and kept to the wall. He stopped at the corner, knowing the guy was just on the other side, so close he could sense his body heat. Levi took a glance, and learned a few things. The man was too at ease and skinny-his advantage. He was armed though-but Levi knew where it was. He now knew how to act.

He sprang out of the shadows and grabbed the man's right arm while doing his best to stay out of the view of the tall diner windows. He semi-dragged him back into the alley still holding the armed hand. Levi pulled out his sidearm and pointed it at his head. The man's eyes widened in horror and surprise as if wondering what was happening-then he started resisting. Levi knocked him out with the butt of the sidearm before he got all his wits together.

His blood hummed and pumped in his temples-the feeling he'd craved for a long, long time.

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Lisa's heart was beating so hard she was sure she could be heard. She found herself praying that the guy she gave the gun to was legit.

A gunshot rang out and a man grunted in pain. She expected to see Thomas bloody on the floor beside her. But hadn't she heard glass shatter? A man swore vilely-one of the robbers with a gun to Thomas' head. She knew one of the robbers must have taken the shot. Havoc proceeded.

Perfect!

But she was to afraid to do anything or even think clearly. A second shot. "Two of my guys out!"

The guy she gave the gun to! He was doing it! She started feeling her knots unraveling. But then. "Hey! It's the guy out there!" A gunshot rang out. It wasn't from outside this time. Return shots fired. Thomas ducked behind the counter, holding his head and mumbling incoherent words. The place erupted into nightmare-like chaos.

This was like a gun battle. The man outside needed help. Someone should have at least tried to call the cops but how long would it take for them to arrive?

Should she dare? She raised her head above the counter. She made short eye contact with the guy outside before she dropped back to the checkered black and white tiles. One of his shoulders had looked a bit slouched. He must be injured. She had no choice. She shut her eyes and mustered all the nerve she could. She stood up rigidly, her stomach lurching, bullets zapping past her. The guy with a ski-mask was right in front of her-his back fortunately.

She spread her palms on the counter and told herself she was back at the circus. She raised herself into a handstand on the counter while keeping her head as if she were upright. She lowered her legs out in front of her, aiming for his head. The guy outside was down, and the guy in the ski-mask turned slightly. Right then she thrust her legs forward forcing the rest of her body to leave the counter and become added force as her high-heel points crashed on the side of his head. Her legs crashed into a table of a screaming crew of teenage girls. Her head was on the man's chest that was apparently knocked out cold.

She struggled to her feet. She pulled her dress down to its correct length and at the same time shaking like a leaf at the sight of the blood seeping out from the side of his head. Was he dead? Had she killed him?

The police stormed in. Were they coming to haul her off to jail? Her breathing became rapid and the room started spinning. Then everything went black.

Okay, there it is! Please comment below with your thoughts on it. Yup, the strangest things happen in my imagination so yeah!