Chapter 28: Mr. ZinchenkoSometimes I think people intentionally hold back on their description of things, just so you can get that “Holy s**t!” feeling.
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Scarlett's eyes narrowed. She assessed the two men, gauging their strengths and weaknesses. As she looked them up and down, the phrase 'Brick Shithouse' came to mind. The one on the left had a slight limp, but not enough to hinder his movement. He was slightly larger and had short-cropped hair compared to the other's ear-length Eurostyle bowl cut. Each of the two men held a handgun; Euro held a nine mil, the other, a forty-five. Their grips were firm and confident.
She glanced around the room without moving her head. There were plenty of potential weapons. Using the plasma pistol in her back waistband was her last resort.
When Eu
