LXII - INDEPENDENT EARTH
Huff had known that there was at least one more of the w wastrels hiding behind the air conditioning unit and took his time. Hunting requires many things, patience being one of them. There, finally, some movement. Light spilled from above. Not much, but enough. A head, the glint of an eye, and a little bit of nose. Huff applied the pressure gradually, caressed the trigger, and felt the butt kick his shoulder. The bullet left the muzzle at more than eight hundred fifty feet per second, entered through Curtis' eye, and left through the back of his head. The parson would approve. * * * Smoke belched outward, the doors burst open, and a pair of concussion grenades sailed through the opening. They flashed and went bang. Machine g*n fire hosed the interior. Marco and Sparrow charged through
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