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Tiki Moon #341

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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...

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    Christopher 5 months ago

    Okay, this was where we began this journey. Now let's get ready to finish it.

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    Neville Hunt 5 months ago

    Oh so it was! Nice one Christopher. Let’s go!

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    Christopher 5 months ago

    Thanks, Neville.

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    Drew Martyn 5 months ago

    Love it. The diseased air is still a superb description. What a ride this is, I'll be sad when it's over.

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    Christopher 5 months ago

    Thanks, Drew. I was unsure about this one mid-way through but I must say it turned out a lot better than I expected.

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