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The four drag queens fell, their bodies ripped apart in sprays of blood and gore. Audience members screamed and ran in all directions.
I dropped to the floor, peering above the table toward the thunder of the automatic weapons. I counted muzzle flashes from three automatic weapons held by the strangers in the aisle. I reached for my sidearm only to find the fabric of my dress and nothing more. s**t!
I slipped off my heels and gripped one of them like a weapon. Whoever these fuckers were, I wasn’t going to let them hurt my friends without a fight.
Keeping low, I hustled between the tables and toward the gunmen. Conor and Rodeo appeared next to me amid the strobe light of muzzle flashes.
I paused a few feet from the shooters. When the rifle of the gunman nearest me ran empty, I pounc
