The hill was frosted over with a sheet of thin, but slippery ice-the last
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night was dark and cold-leaves me frosty a bit, but I am still tempted to
dream on, and keep that next hit fresh-the bank will open soon, and we aren't
going to get up and at it for an empty-no way, this one is the refreshment.
"Can you clarify the year?"-sounded off the voice again-interrupting my
thoughts: "I am trying to pinpoint names sir-please don't interrupt again!"
I said out louder-
Gunshots went off like early fireworks-red and crimson flags adorned the chest
of Bob, and Two-Gun got his left boot gutted out with a twin barrel blast-
I missed most my bullets-they strayed the window shops and some early risers
aimed back, quick, and we were dead, some of us-I ran off into the nearby
hill-I slipped and broke my fall on my back-can't move-numb-I see a figure
standing over me-"Cole-then a loud spark of a fire, and smoke-Damn-no light
at the end of the tunnel-
"Very good son-very good-nice visuals-Thank you"-then the voice box made a
click sound-that means were done-for now.