Chalotte reached the dameged car, the door was stuck so there was just one way to open it, kick the door down.
Once inside she covered her mouth and nose withpart of her coat, there was too much smoke and the fire started to spread.
"Shit" There was no time to waste, Charlotte pulled as many people she cold out of the car, that's when she noticed a little girl half dead, her face burnt, the scene hurted Charlotte to her soul, some tears fell down her snow-white cheeks, they turned red with anger.
Charlotte took her rifle and prepared for action...the stock firmly pressing against the right shoulder....a deep breath....only one shot and the co-pilot had a hole between his eyes