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Slowly, cursing your fate, you drop your sawed-off shotgun to the floor. The blue cloud has disappeared, which you guess is good news, but that voice behind you speaks with the tone of one used to being obeyed. Not daring to turn your head and look, you think about the voice. It was female, pretty young, you'd guess. People just aren't what they used to be. In the good old days, women were here to be rescued so the rest of us could be heroes. Now they shoot and maim people just like everybody else. No wonder we have more male alcoholics these days ...
Your thought is interrupted when that "someone", who is actually a young woman, grabs your shotgun and quickly moves in front of you, aiming it directly into your chest.
Normally, you'd be happy to have such a nice young woman in your house, even if she is dressed in old, greasy coveralls, but this time you feel embarassed. Not only does she have your gun, but she bluffed you nicely. It seems that she had no gun of her own.
Despite your urgent need to bang your head against a solid wall, you really need to think about your future. Immediate future. What now? Should you just wait, try to talk this out, or do something stupid, like assault her, even as she holds you in the sights of your own sawed-off shotgun, loaded with phosporous-magnesium rounds?
Written by Inhider (edited by wanderer)
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