BrightMayaBlue

Juliet picked up the pen that was lying harmlessly before her. It was a plain black pen, nothing special. The insignia of the company that created it was printed in off white on the side, slightly faded from wear. She raised it up to the light, studying it intently, before slowly spinning it around. Once that was done, she lowered the pen until the tip was level with her eyes. Her eyes narrowed. Forty-eight—no, forty-nine. She could think of forty-nine different ways to kill with the pen. See anything wrong with the picture? Juliet sure did. Bodyguards were not meant to be bored. Bodyguards were not supposed to ever get bored. But, wit