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The leader frowned under his mask. Two targets behind the car?

So Gray and Lord were running, while the remaining members of their team stayed behind to keep the squad busy.

Okay. One kill at a time.

He pointed at the decommissioned car.

“Take those bastards out!”

Dorian and Henry ran through the flank, hoping to surprise the insurgents in a sortie. Dorian’s youthful complexion showed a gleeful smile. Whereas Henry was wracked with fear as he constantly looked over his shoulder.

“You see, Henry,” Dorian assured him, “smooth sailing all the way.”

Before they could turn a corner, an urban commando stepped out in front of them.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” The man said, cocking his rifle.

Dorian and Henry both stopped in their tracks, while two of the man’s comrades materialized behind him and leveled their weapons at the perplexed youths.

Dorian was unaware that a sniper was lining him up in his gun sights. The one on the right got off a round, the bullet striking Henry in the chest, knocking him back.

Henry felt like a truck had hit him as he lay on the asphalt, the night sky above him, the stars twinkling their gentle laughter as he tried to draw a breath.

DORIAN GRAY

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