Vulnerabilities
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I fidget with my pistol, a Walther P99 with a custom dark blue butterfly on it, while sitting in the gang office, slouching with my bullet resting in my pocket.
The whole gang is afraid of me. They call me Straight Shot, only because i never miss a shot. If i really wanted to, i could kill them all, but i won't, because they're the only family i have.
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The gang's scariest; Straight Shot.
She does it all without an emotion, a fear.
Of course, with a gang as a family, you learn a couple things.
But life happens, plans change, and what happens when vulnerabilities get in the way?
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CONTAINS: MATURE LANGUAGE, EXTREME VIOLENCE, LOTS OF EMOTIONS
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