"Besides, I got them for a really low price. Why would they sell me real bullets for so cheap?"
Faye Jennings paused for a moment before saying, "Maybe they were just desperate to offload their stock. Something is better than nothing. Selling them cheap is better than not selling them at all."
Faye Jennings' words dispelled Sandra's suspicion, and she became panicked once more. "Then... then what do I do? If President Quinn finds out it was me, I'm finished! Faye, you have to save me. You're the only one on the whole crew I can turn to."
Faye Jennings nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll help you. After all, you didn't mean to hurt anyone; you just wanted to pull a prank. The most important thing now is not to panic. Look at everyone else—they're all calm. You're the only one on edge. When the police arrive, they'll definitely suspect you."
