Max dove for cover as the explosion consumed the room, barely beating
being caught up in the inferno by a mere scant seconds. It singed some
of the hairs on his head though, and that really got him more ticked.
He
hit the ground and rolled, and came up behind a barrier. He didn't know
what they were using but it was some futuristic gun that made things
explode. He got out his cellphone and dialed a number with his thumb.
"Pretty," Max said.
"I am," Pretty replied. "How can I help thee, Max?"
"You still have that Willis Gun?" asked Max.
"That I do," replied Pretty.
"Can you bring it to me?" Max asked politely.
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