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Past, present and moving on
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RIVER AND I RUSH ON the flimsy narrow metal floored stretch.
We both start kicking doors. The fifth I SPOT two outfit members and two kill shots go into each of them.
We carry on doing this until the last door. My frustration is palpable when we find nothing and three bullets miss my feet by inches.
My bullets run out and I clip my new magazine in, spin around and shoot the bald headed outfit member shooting at me from the bottom of the warehouse.
“Let's go down, I can spot a door on the end,” River points to the bottom on the far left of the Warehouse.
It looks like a locked door.
We run down as the bullets ricochet through the air. The place is smoking and smells of gunpowder. Our men and women fight, continuing to hold them off us two a
