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10Fortesque crawled away from the slim door and the direct line-of-fire of the gunman outside. Over a volley of gunfire, Cousin Mario screamed obscenities at Juan Lopez, for bringing danger to Chichan k’u’.
The gunman from the street stalked Fortesque. He gave the cowering forms of Gustav and Cousin Mario a scathing look, determined they were no immediate threat. Cousin Mario peed his pants at the sight of the rifle pointing at his chest. The gunman entered the house in a crouch, firing relentlessly as he went. Cousin Mario wailed at the destruction.
Fortesque was balled up behind the guest partition. The curtain disintegrated. And then expectedly, the gunman went dry. My turn, Fortesque thought.
My turnThe gunman was good; smoothly swapping magazines… muscle memory.
Fortesque used
