Voss takes out six henchmen and punches a banji beast in the face.
I know. You wish you were him too.
Six against one. The odds were against me. I held my hands up. The goon squad drew their hand cannons and approached.
“Screw it,” I thought. “I’d rather be dead than surrender.”
Bounty hunting. If you’re looking for work, I don’t recommend it. God knows I wish I’d of gotten into a nice vocational training program but I’m stuck with my career choice now, and if I can’t talk you out of it, you’d better get your own arsenal.
Don’t just get one. Carry it with you. I did. Unlucky for me, it was all neatly stored within my duster sitting on the couch on the opposite side of the room.
I was going to have to do this bare handed.
“OK boys,” I said as I clasped my hands behind my neck. “Let’s get this over with.”
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Bookshelf Battle 