My best friend was supposed to shoot a hated world political leader but was treacherously poisoned just as he was setting up the shot. I fled with his rifle, a camo green bolt action .270 magnum. The target’s henchmen, dressed as policemen, pursued me across a suspension bridge. I was walking backwards on the cables, shooting down the fake cops one by one. I hoped that if I shot enough of them they’d give it up like the cops in THX 1138. I had another 20 rounds in my hoodie pocket and I hoped that would be enough.
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