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Laying To Rest

"Give it up already, Old Dominico. Your reign is over." A heavily accented voice called out to us during another lull.

I crawled over to the side he was talking from and poked my head to take a look. As expected, I was greeted with heavy gunshots. But I was quick to dodge.

"These are fuckin Russians. Santaro prick! He's got so desperate that he'd dine with the devil for power. One that he can't get."

Standing up, I went around, and from another angle, I got a clear shot of the fool who was yelling at us. There was another man stupidly showing his head too.

"Amateurs," I whispered and loaded their skulls with quick bullets.

I had to duck back down as soon as I saw an assault rifle angling over the hood of a car. "There's an assault rifle my way. Do you have a shot?" I yelled at Rocco.

He poked through the window and released a couple of shots. "Down!" He yelled back.

Coldness or rage seeped into me. We waited for
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