He flipped open the cylinder of his Coca-Cola Magnum .44. Two shots left. Goddammit. He would have to make them count. Concrete spat from the wall by his head as a fresh hail of bullets came his way.
He flipped open the cylinder of his Coca-Cola Magnum .44. Two shots left. Goddammit. He would have to make them count. Concrete spat from the wall by his head as a fresh hail of bullets came his way.