Strangled yelps alert the remaining goons to another's presence. Two fire off random shots at anything they can see is moving. Three others fall to the ground, weapons clattering across the concrete. One of the Buicks remains aflame, and the ringleader now lurches toward the other, intending to get the hell out of here.
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Date: 2007-06-25 02:36 am (UTC)