A Single Shot
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I live in a corrupt and broken world. I am one of the last TOA agents and am on a mission to hunt down and kill any last loyal CIA or NSA agents. What will happen after my last Shot is fired? Read to find out! ( that was kind of cheesy...) * this is a short story so I won't be up dating again. Hope u enjoy.*
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