Passport
"Can I check your passport?", he asked.
"Who's asking?" Bella replied in a sassy tone, staring at the officer on the train track.
"It's not a question miss it's an order." He replied in a stern voice.
"Who said I'm a miss?" Bella said in a salty tone.
"We haven't got time for games." He said in an irritated voice.
"If you won't give it to me, I might just have to take it." The officer slowly lifted a small pistol from his right pocket.
"Alright, here you go." Bella's eyes widened.
It was obvious that her passport was fake.
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