Jake Randolph in "Tiki Moon" Pt. 341

The smell of gun smoke hung heavy around me like diseased air. The sounds of the shots that echoed through the warehouse were now ping-ponging in my ear canals. I wasn't sure where he was, but I knew he was close. I was crisscrossing between stacked crates, taking cover and then quickly peeking around them before moving to the next one. It's not a fair fight when only one party has a gun. And unfortunately I was on the short end of that particular scenario.

I turned a corner and came face to face with him.

And his gun...