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The men fanned out as they edged closer, meaning I couldn’t aim at all three at once. I decided to shoot the one in the middle and hope for the best, but I didn’t even get to pull the trigger.
Neither did they.
Philippe ghosted out of the tree line to my left behind the men, three shots within half a second putting them down.
I heard screams. Bystanders running for cover.
“Where the f**k did you go?” I shouted.
“Thanks for saving my life, Philippe,” he muttered sarcastically to himself, stooping to pluck a weapon from the hands of a dead man. “Oh, sure, don’t mention it,” he said.
He moseyed over and held out an automatic weapon. “Here,” he said.
“What do I do with that?” I asked.
“It’s a machine gun. Just pull the trigger and wave it around.”
“And mow down half of Ber
