"No loot, no deal...You're time's up! This is where you get it, sister. Right now! "
The man smoked some weed, releasing hazy smoke into the atmosphere.
The gentle breeze caressed her cheek, her luscious strands of brown hair draping down. Watering, her amber eyes commenced a slow rise of resentment towards the man, her skin emphatically sweating.
"Please don't hurt me!" preached the woman- clutching her religious charm.
Immensely felt, the handgun's presence was undoubtedly disheartening. Concealed by the shadow of night, the angular man raised his shotgun: obsidian, glinting and equipped to shoot.
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The Raid
RandomA Million Ways To Die In The Drug Industry: Part One Decrepit alleyways and dubious motels implies no safety... Interrogations under the influence of illicit substances... An obsolete and isolated town awaits....
