He didn't even think, instincts took over, as he swung the weapon, squeezing off another shot at the guard that straddled Donnie before swinging it towards the rest.
"Lay down, hands on head." His voice was glacial cold, the threat present but unspoken.
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Date: 2024-07-17 10:28 pm (UTC)"Lay down, hands on head." His voice was glacial cold, the threat present but unspoken.