The smell of cordite and cheap cigarettes hung heavy in the air. The sharp iron tang of blood punctuated the white noise of smoke. Blood seeped slowly from my shoulder, and other parts. Phill lay on the floor a few feet away. I could see that he was still breathing. How many had we taken out? I hadn’t been counting but we definitely made a good showing. High score. Enter your name. What the fuck had we even done to these guys? It was just an average weekend. Maybe a little wild. We don’t always end up at the casino, […]
Daniel Clarke
Dedicated, Analytic, Professional
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The building seemed to creak under it’s own weight. It was decrepit, old, and smothered in the dust of generations long past. Judging by the graffiti and the occasional shattered window or broken down wall I’d say it’s seen it’s share of abuse. Today it’s going to have to see a little more. I’m sure it’ll hold up, I wonder if I will? A high pitched whistles zips past my head. Damn these guys are getting good. They’ve had their practice though. Over the last hour or so I estimate something on the order of 2 to 3 thousand rounds […]