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You were all in or all out And all out meant death

I wasn’t ready to die, not yet

I still had shit to do

So I’d shrugged “What’s the point?”

He’d grunted, his rin

That’d been the only ti, and it wasn’t even a half-sli scary the next second when he’d pulled a gun out and aiuy in front of him in the car

I sat behind the driver Raize was behind the front passenger

There was no warning

He’d put the end of his gun against the headrest and pulled the trigger—I’d missed the silencer on top

White fuzz and blood went everywhere The guy’s body slumped forward

Raize had settled back, cleaning his gun He’d wiped blood from his face and hands

The car made a turn and pulled over in an alley

“You want?”

My heart had been in ht Everything around hter Voices were louder Stronger I was on a stimulus overload, so it had taken a second to realize that as the driver opened his door, Raize offered un and face He had folded it back so a clean section faced out

He held it up “We’re going to stop for food If your face isn’t clean, you can’t come”

Of course

Food

With blood on me

That wasn’t good

I’d shaken myself out of the weird state I was in and reached for the cloth

The driver had walked around, opened the front passenger seat door, and taken the dead body out of the car

I’d started to wipe my face

Raize had been watching, see almost bemused by me Then he’d offered up some alcohol

I’d been confused, but hell, I’d figured it ht help at this point

I took the bottle and dipped

Raize had frowned “You need it to wash your face The blood is caking I don’t have anything else to offer you”

Oh

Oh!

I’d snorted and poured some of the whiskey onto the washcloth I’d never needed alcohol to wash my face before It wasn’t the first time I’d seen someone executed in front of me, but it was the first time Raize had killed a man in front of me, and the first time I’d used alcohol as a cleanser

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