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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 7, 2007 13:51:10 GMT -5
Specialist's smirk is replaced by a painful wince. Violent one, isn't she? he thinks to himself.
Specialist takes another sip of scotch, finally emptying the glass. He then gets up and heads over to the trapdoor, shotgun in hand.
"I'll see what I can find in the basement. Might be something we can use for the party."
With that, he disappears below the trapdoor. A few seconds later, there is a moan and a gunshot, followed by a meaty thud that comes from outside.
"I'm all right," Specialist's voice says, echoing from the trapdoor. I think he was the only one, thank goodness."
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