nylon satchel with spare clips, shouldered out the door.
The trail was narrow, but he knew it by heart from prior walk-through. Originally, his role had been that of advanced scout only, which he was abandoning to now…
It was a short walk, and he saw it looming before his eyes, too soon, too sudden.
A beast of burden.
A monstrous thing of death and destruction.
The door was open and waiting. Drobbler climbed the few steps and dropped behind the wheel of Attila.
IT WAS T-Minus 21:48:47 and counting when Donald Lawhorn spotted them, and fought back the scowl before the look betrayed the murderous rage thundering in his heart. They were in the deep back corner, that section reserved for those fools under the delusion a few games of pool would stand them out as something more than the usual hyenas. The doors were barely open for business, and there they were, playing grab-ass with two strippers.
Cheap thrills he could understand, but this little floor show was beyond stupid.
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