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Post by Shepherd on Oct 23, 2016 20:02:14 GMT -8
Alright, he told himself as he ducked into the building, spiriting himself away from the sizzling, radioactive rain. He felt his guts churn at the thought of another firefight, and he rustled around in his satchel to see how many bullets were still rattling around in there; not enough, he thought. And when the group would eventually split up, would he be left then without money and without any means to defend himself? For what—this Ronnie kid, and for Cassius, all because he saw a cute girl at the bar?
Can’t be friends forever, I guess, feeling bitter-sweet about the whole thing, don’t let the darkness suck you in, he chuckled to himself. After some fancy introspective footwork, he followed after Cassius and Gladys, keeping his head and body low, an acknowledging smile given to Winston—“thanks, buddy,” he said. Winston had to be the bravest, right—was his size indicative of maybe something else? Big feet, Nellis nodded to himself, and put both hands on his handgun.
What was this unspoken plan, even? Was Winston going to draw their attention, Cassius would give the code-word, and then they’d snag Ronnie and fly out of there? Whatever, Nellis would tag along.
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