Max slid across the tile floor with both guns blazing, bullets flying like carrier pigeons to their new homes. He only had a few more rounds left and he had to make them count.
Dan looked down at the sheet and he only had 13 rounds left for "Pain" and only 12 for "Joy".
"So, how many are left in the room?" he asked Tim.
Tim was in the middle of taking a sip from his coffee; he held up his left hand signalling one second.
Wraith popped up her head to do a quick glance and dropped it as soon as bullets began to rain down upon them again. Control had told them this was a "Milk Run", nothing major was going to happen it was just a "verificaton" check. Boy, did Control get this wrong.
Angie looked at the graph paper before them; it showed the warehouse they were in and a bunch of x's dotted about it like a football diagram. "From my count there looks to be 16-17 left," she said as she looked up.
"If they were Mooks this would be easy as pie," Dan replied. "But, no, they all have to be Named."
"You know, Dan," Tim said. "We could always play Little Fears."
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