Page 171 of New Storm Rising
“Well,” Wolf commented. “That settles that.”
“Back!” Creed bellowed, whirling his house around. “Back, everyone!”
They raced back the way they had come, keeping as close to the wall as they possibly could. Still, that didn’t help much.
Bam! Bambam! Bambam!
“Frigging hell!” Brass cursed. “Where are they shooting from? There ain’t anybody around!”
“Look again,” Wolf grunted, pointing upward.
“What do you mea—”
Bam! Bam!
“Shit!”
“No,” Wolf kindly corrected. “Bullets.”
“Shut it, Wolfy! This isn’t funny!”
“It isn’t?”
“I said shut i—”
Bam!
“Aaagh!”
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“Two!” I exclaimed in triumph.
“This,” Karim informed me through gritted teeth and took aim again, “is not a competition!”
“It isn’t?”
“No!”
“Can we make it one?”
“N—”
Bam!
“Yay, three! Try and top that, sucker!”
“I. Do. Not. Suck.”
“Not even on your favourite lollypops?”[36]
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!
I grinned as I watched the outlaws below scatter under Karim’s concentrated, rage-fuelled fire.
Yay, success! How to Motivate a Bodyguard 101.
“Four! Ha! What do you say to that?” he shot back, challenging.
