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I shoot Mr Hood-down through the right eye. His right, not mine. There’s no sound because I’m using a crossbow pistol. The bolt leaves the mechanism at a million miles an hour then buries itself in Hood-down’s brain. Or what passed as his brain.

Night-night, on the ground. Sleepy-time now.

I turn away while his friends are still trying to work out what the fuck is going on, and put the weapon back in my bag.

‘Danny? Hey Danny! What the fuck are you doing, man?’

Danny’s not doing a whole lot right now, except maybe twitching a bit. I take out the flare gun and shoot the other two in the face.