Andrews didn't think; he acted. He trusted his instinct when he threw his hand into his blazer pocket and felt the cold steel on his fingertips. Andrews felt powerful. He paused a moment, as if offering the girl one more chance to move. Can she really be this thick?
Then, in one swift motion, he produced the Rohrbaugh R9 pistol.
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Not the Way God Intended
Short StoryI penned this short story as a middle finger to any moron who believes 'guns don't kill people; people do' (that includes you, Mr President). Guns are lethal weapons and there are far too many liabilities in this world to be dishing out lethal weapo...
