Friday, 12 June 2015

Bullet Proof

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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