Having gotten away from the Costbuilder Cartel and hidden in
a warehouse, I thought we could have a moment to plan, or at least reload all
our weapons. But once Amber clocked Chuck with an elbow, I knew I had to play peacemaker,
had to calm everyone down.
“The FUCK?” I yelled.
I wasn’t good with peacemaking.
“Someone tipped them off about where we were, and since we
were together last night, must have been Cowboy!”
Chuck stood up.
“I can’t prove I didn’t-“
A sniper bullet slammed into his shoulder.
“Or maybe I can.” He muttered as he died.
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