Double crossed! He fell down on the gun

Double crossed! He fell down on the gun and felt it butt against something in his belly. Nothing tore and nothing broke. That wasn't his style and his powers were governed by it
but when he tried to stand he realized he'd "strained" his lower back. A strain was almost as bad as break or tearing. Maybe worse. He said, "No more gun stuff. My back is out
of bullets." He had been enamored with stories of people keeping guns or knives strapped to their legs, but felt strapping ammo to his back was better. But he ran out of ammo, due
for delivery last Monday but delayed by the snowstorms. What would he do now? How would Tatiana escape from the Arctic Circle?
Suddenly Oxana Bayul appeared. She strode toward him with a revolver pointed at his chest. The end for him? But suddenly she dropped the gun and wailed "My Sergei!" Tears poured
down her cheeks. Oxana had shown a previously unseen vulnerability. She threw herself at Sergei's
weapons stand and grabbed a Glock 22. She racked the slide ejecting a shell and opened fire. Oxana was a terrible shot, all she killed was a mirror, a wall, the ceiling, another
mirror, two more walls, the floor, a chair, two bookcases, a potted plant, a small dog, a pile of pencil shavings, a computer monitor, a jewelled headdress, a door frame,
...tired of hearing little Jimmy's demands, the mall Santa snapped and screamed, "You're not getting ANY of that shit, you greedy FUCK! Just shut the hell up and
have a nice day. Come again!" he said with a big grin. 'I'm finally getting the hang of this he thought to himself'. "NEXT!"

Started: 2011-01-26 02:21:02
Finished: 2011-06-15 18:18:37

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