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In the process he’d used the promise of beer to turn an alcoholic kid into human bait

“Not maybe my proudest day,” he said to himself

The crowd, disappointed, shot sidelong looks of worry at Sanored them all and climbed into the Jeep beside Edilio

“You want my job, Edilio? he asked

“Not a chance, man Not a chance”

Nothing stuck to the FAYZ wall Lana had discovered that fact She had put on gloves and tried to tape a target to the barrier The tape didn’t stick Neither did rubber cement

No one was going to beposters of their favorite bands on the barrier

She tried spray paint It was fun to try Fun to iraffiti But spray paint sizzled a bit as if it had been sprayed onto a hot frying pan Then it evaporated and disappeared, leaving no trace

It was frustrating Lana needed a target And the notion of shooting at the wall appealed to her

In the end she had dragged a chaise lounge from the pool area over to the tennis courts, where the barrier was ainst the barrier—you could at least lean things against it—and taped a target to the chair

It was not a bull’s-eye It was a copy of a photo she’d found A picture of a coyote

Then she took the pistol out of her backpack It was heavy She had no idea what caliber it was She’d found it in one of the houses she’d previously occupied Along with two boxes of ammunition

She had figured out how to load it She’d gotten pretty fast at that The clip held twelve bullets There was one extra clip It was easy to slide the old clip out and pop the new one in She’d er pretty badly the first time she tried, but she was the Healer, and that had certain advantages

But she needed to be able to do more than hold it and load it

She raised the gun in one hand But it was too heavy to hold very steady with just her hand So she gripped it with both hands Better