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Just as Crush bent to pick up the device, I delivered a headbutt directly to the bridge of his nose. He staggered back a few steps stunned, as blood erupted from his face, spraying the both of us.
“Oh, buddy, I’m so sorry!” I lied. “I guess we both bent down at the same time. Are you okay?”
I moved towards him in mock concern, pretending to lend assistance, trying to avoid the attention of the crowd. I moved in closer, pulled the gun I’d hidden in my waistband, and pressed it against his ribs.
“Don’t you make a f*****g move, or I’ll drop you right here, big boy,” I whispered to Crush. “Hey, Roger,” I called out to Viper. “How about we get Irving here to the medical tent? I think he may have hurt himself real bad.”
I motioned for everyone to move away from the crowd, towards a s
