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The Return of the Murderman, P.8

When he came out he placed a gun in the big black boots that he now wore. “You ready?â€? He asked taking her hand and kissing it. “Sarah picked up another gun off the table and aimed at a target, firing once. “Yeah, I’m ready.â€? She looked and sounded evil with her lowered voice and
tight leather black outfit. “Good! Let’s go.â€? They both ran up the staircase and out the front door into the truck making sure everything was locked. Then they headed for the control center. Getting in the car she buckled up and kept the gun pointed out the window, her eyes watching tirelessly. “Make it quick!â€? She muttered as Shane hit the gas hard.

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