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Olivia gasped and looked at Sterling. That was too much, in her opinion. She felt his clear determination- no hesitation whatsoever. It gave her the creeps just thinking about killing a child, and it was even worse knowng that Sterling would do it. The government was cruel, they could approach this problem in many different ways, but they had to choose the sacrifice of a child who had nothing to do with it, except for the unfortunate fact that he was the son of a drug dealer. She would write this fact about Sterling down later, if she did it now, it would look too conspicuous, instead she dropped her head and sighed. It was tragic, but she couldn't do anything about it. She turned around and walked back towards the desk she had sat at in the back. She approached it, and rocked back and forth on her heels, beggining to bite her nails, which she often did when she was nervous, or in deep thought. This time, it was both.