DANTE My shooter did not look like he was all that happy with his restraints. If looks could kill, I would definitely be dead. He could not kill me with a bullet, so he was resorting to glaring me to death. Chris and I stood in front of him, facing each other, with arms crossed over our chests. Unadulterated amusement. That was what we were experiencing right at that moment. We came. We saw. We conquered. Now, we got to fuck with people. Fucking with our enemies was always the best part of any battle. “You know what I think?” I asked Chris. “Hmm.” He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Only pussies shoot guns. Actually, I take that back. Pussies and wannabes. He wanted to play with the big boys,” I pointed out, bumping his shoulder with my own. “Should’ve just gone for a headshot. Looking at him, I bet that’s what he aimed for, but he got scared, started shaking, and lost his sight through all of the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Then bam. Got you in the gut,” Chris mused, snorting
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