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Silver slammed into the door, shoving it open so hard it crashed against the wall.
"Guys–" she panted, nearly out of breath, interrupting Ben. "Guys, they almost got me. Back on 38th street." she leaned over on her knees, her giant white-grey wings, arching above her, feathers ruffled. "They were tracking me here and when I caught onto them they tried to catch me."
Ben pulls put his gun, pointing it at Silver. His eyes are wide and he glares. Violet steps forward, quickly processing what the creature stated.
"Do you think they followed you?"
She jogs to Silvers side.