I take a long drag from my cigarette, my fingers deftly brushing through my dark hair. Exhaling a plume of smoke, I fix my steely gaze upon the men before me. "Don't mess this up, men. If we take them out now, we won't have to worry about them later." The memory lingers before the pain sets in. The gunshot wound in my gut is a testament to that... I lean against the wall, coughing up blood, my hand pressed to my wound. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before fixing my gaze ahead
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