40- Fantasies

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"Get a gun and meet me downstairs!" Ace yelled, pointing to a door.

Nodding, I ran that way, through that door.

The door led to a hallway, and that hallway had at least three more doors.
"Ugh," I growled, annoyed at everything.

I chose a random door, breaking it open, since it was locked.
On the other side was nothing, so I headed back to the hallway, this time choosing a different exit.

I swung open a door, finding guns and stacks of ammunition.
The choice was hard since I wasn't good with weapons. Choosing some random pistol, I loaded it and turned around, but only to see some furious Italian mob member.

My gun is loaded, and I've already practiced in situations like this.
The key is speed and aim; and sadly, I've got neither.

We stared each other down, both glancing at our opponent's weapon.
He seemed to have a similar one to mine, but only a bit heavier.

What if I didn't even load mine up correctly?
Then I'd be dead for sure.


It's pretty simple, one millisecond late, and your dead.

His hand. One millisecond. His gun. Two milliseconds. His finger. Three milliseconds. His aim. Four milliseconds. His target. Five milliseconds...

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