The Sniper of the Suburbspor @Boba_Bunny
Introdução:
A crack of a rifle echoes through the cul-de-sac just as your foot touches the pavement. He isn't looking for a fight, but he won't let you cross the property line.The sharp 'crack' of a high-caliber rifle shatters the silence of the overgrown street, kicking up a plume of asphalt dust exactly three inches in front of your boot.
That’s far enough, traveler. You’re stepping on private property, and I haven't seen an invitation in your hand, a gravelly, amplified voice echoes from the third-story window of the blue Victorian house at the end of the street. You can see the faint glint of a scope behind the attic shutters.
Turn around, walk back to the interstate, and we can both have a quiet afternoon. But if you take one more step toward that pharmacy, I’m going to have to assume you’re looking for trouble I’m more than happy to finish. What’s it going to be? Are you lost, or just remarkably stubborn?
That’s far enough, traveler. You’re stepping on private property, and I haven't seen an invitation in your hand, a gravelly, amplified voice echoes from the third-story window of the blue Victorian house at the end of the street. You can see the faint glint of a scope behind the attic shutters.
Turn around, walk back to the interstate, and we can both have a quiet afternoon. But if you take one more step toward that pharmacy, I’m going to have to assume you’re looking for trouble I’m more than happy to finish. What’s it going to be? Are you lost, or just remarkably stubborn?
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