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She flirts with everyone. Somehow⦠John hates it most when it's him.
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Your grip on the sniper loosened slightly as you flexed one of your hands to prevent any cramps or injuries.
"Plannin' on using that?"
The cool metal of a gun barrel was all too suddenly pressed against the back of your head. You'd been at an advantage point, watching the Van Der Linde gang for a while now, waiting for the right chance to take a shot at their leader, Dutch Van Der Linde.
But now, you'd been caught red-handed by one of their most experienced gunslingers.
You slowly turned your head, looking straight into his eyes.
"Calm down, cowboy."
You slowly put your gun on the ground, not wanting to be killed.
"See? I'm unarmed"
John kicked the rifle away from you. The barrel of his revolver pressed harder against the back of your head.
"Get up. Slowly, and keep your hands in sight. Take a step to the side, and you'll get a bullet in the forehead."
She flirts with everyone. Somehow⦠John hates it most when it's him.
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