Snippet #1742000

"I Got indoors: That's got to be an improvement; wait, no…gotta watch out for other close range specialists. 'Else I'm screwed."

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Gordon was running. No way in hell he'd let some punk-ass sniper gun him down. If he was gonna lose, he'd rather fail on his own terms. But once again he'd escaped the clutches of defeat by darts and hurried to get his Nerf Spectre. The water pistol, he'd conceal in his room for now. He fumbled with his keys, hurried in, locked the door, and grabbed something sharp, tearing at the box and taking out the weapons inside. He loaded up the revolver, left the stock, but kept the barrel just incase, Hidden under his shirt, as he prepared himself.

He had to get Lunch, after all. And the lines, student or not anywhere on this very day, would be hell. He opened the window, climbed out, closed it a little for some air, and headed off for a bite.