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“Three o clock,” I yelled, but a shot rang out, hitting ourmy brother in blood spatter Before the shooter could celebrate, they were gone, our return fire riddling their lifeless bodies as they fell to the gravel

“There’s one lancing around The sound of tires spinning on gravel had us all diving behind the car, a white work van pulling up and gunfire starting as soon as the door slid open, a group of six ood, they called in backup

Killian was still on his own, the quick entrance of the van into the fire fight stopping hi separated from my brother made my nerves spike He was far too reactive to be without us flanking hireed and idiocy and complete senselessness

“Let’s end this,” Keir growled Hea line of holes through the gas tank then hter at his as was now leaking out onto the soft ground, trailing to their feet When they finally started to notice it, Kill took his shot, hitting the closest guy in the side of the head

“Be ready to get back,” I whispered to ed just before I squeezed the trigger For the next few a at our ene slowly When it was down to two, the leader flicked open a zippo and lit his cigarette, trying to put on airs to say he was completely unaffected by us

“You think this is over?” he laughed, starting to pace like a caged animal

“Here co to shoot him”

“Let’s do it,” I said, standing up

to take our shot as he paced back As if he could sense it coround The bastard didn’t realize his fatal arette in his mouth

“Get back!” Kill yelled, all of us running for the copse of trees behind the cars as the entire van went up in fla explosion hit, and a cloud of fire erupted, raining blood and debris down on us before we could get cover I knocked Keir to the ground, covering him just in case, as the rest fell, but thankfully ere far enough away that we didn’t get the brunt of it

“Killian?” Keir asked, but our question was answered a moment later when a line of curses erupted fro in our ears

“What a fucking cunt Who blows the honors!” My chuckle was raspy before it broke into a cough, the fu to me

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I groaned, crawling the rest of the way off of Keir and helping hi at his head where a bruise was for He’d been closer to the blast and looked worse off than ere, blood and bits of the Lachs dripping down his suit I groaned, knowing my poor car was about to be destroyed by all the dirt and blood on our clothes

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Keir said drily, reading et the fuck home”

“We got cleanup, Boss,” Charlie reassured us “Thanks for the backup”