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Andrew Rochelli’s body jerked forward, the front panels of his Sons of Satan vest fluttered, and a crimson flood blossomed across his chest, soaking the front of his shirt underneath the vest. A look of surprise filled his eyes, and he fell, face first, to the floor of the cave, landing at Sarah’s feet.
Sarah jumped involuntarily backwards. Suddenly, every one reached for their weapons. Russell Foley threw himself in front of Sarah and Sam, and raised his hands to the two bikies, as if to halt their progress.
“No! No! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” he screamed. “It came from outside! It came from outside!”
In the confusion immediately following the shot, the scene in the cave resembled that of when the Sons of Satan first arrived. This time, four adversaries, each with their weapons aim
