By the time the smoke cleared we were exiting that little town with two MP 40 submachine guns on our arms and a lot of blood on our hands.
We weren’t quite as outnumbered in Bakersfield and the firearms were considerably less powerful, if no less dangerous, but I believed the same tactic might work here. I only hoped Harrigan remembered that incident.
Cal pointed toward a spot in the center of the construction site, “Can you see that? That’s where the building that will be on top of you will be built.”
The goons started pushing us from behind…