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Originally posted on The Robot Drummer:
“But a Flesh Wound”
El Ranchilito, CA
19 P.A. (Post Attack)
Hom Twai Cocktail Gallery. That’s what the sign says. Jin opens the front door and walks in, carefully, looking over his shoulder.
Once he gets in, he checks his gun. It looks like a kid’s toy, like an old beat-up bb pistol. But just like Jin, that gun’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This thing is what the other kids call a DB-Dub. It shoots rapid-fire exploding rounds that sound like the heavy bass line in a dub reggae song.
With his DB-Dub pointed out the window, Jin peeks between the wooden blinds. He doesn’t see anything. No robot. No golden monks.
More shots ring out from across the street. A barrage of bullets shatter the window glass and hit the ceiling.
Jin ducks as fast he can, but not before he takes a round in the side of the head. It grazes…
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