LUKE
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In a matter of heartbeats, hell broke loose; stuffs was everywhere, kicked up by bullets, staved up by the tumbling screaming women and the falling men running for their lives. Luke turned one of the table using it as a barricade, before he could bend into his safe haven a bullet wind passed him, moving so speedily it disappeared into the dark corner of the bar room. He retaliated with some shots, but at this point he knew he was surrounded, more armed men from team Russia had trooped in with bigger guns and more fire power. They opened fire, with long bullets from their machine guns piercing through his barricade. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," he cried out, at this point he was just so lucky he hadn't been hit by a bullet yet. He looked through the bar window and saw his target running towards a vehicle, if she succeeds she will fade into the night. He has become a very lousy assassin.
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I suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay away from trouble if my life depended on it, which it does, and I am also wasting away in some rundown room a saloon owner lets me stay in. I grab my clothes and change quickly then put my pistols in my holsters. I open the door slowly and begin walking downstairs towards the chaos the wild west has to offer. The saloon was packed, it was filled with older men who have nothing better to do rather than drink and waitresses who had no self respect and would flirt just for a little extra money. I walk down the stairs and sit at one of the bars, although I am 16 and probably shouldn't have a drinking problem, I do. What can I say? I have daddy issues. Destiny is my worst enemy, and its guiding me down a dark path. For a girl who cant die, I get in a lot of bad situations.
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