 In that moment, we all knew what was happening. The rev of motorcycle engines was enough of a sign that we weren't wanted here. Taking what we could, we ran. The plastic bags stuffed in our pockets popped, the money spilled onto the floor. It didn't matter anymore. Salvage what you could be for our rivals burnt it all to the ground.
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 "It's days like these that have me questioning everything under the sun!" the man in black yelled.
I wiped the blood from my beaten lip and pushed myself off the wall. Even in the shadows of the cave he must have seen me or he expected me to strike. The punch I threw was miles away from his jaw, but his punch hit its mark.  So many simple things in life that plague us, but the one thing we need most we have so little of, not that we use what we have well. Timing is important in my work, after all, if I have poor timing, the target escapes. No confirmed kill, no payment and soon I would be running away from hostile agents, security guards or even the good ol’ police.
 How does one approach a snake? I wondered this as my friend, Fox, dug in the sand around the panicked head. A sun-burnt prisoner left to rot in the deserts or, as was the case now, be swarmed by the bright green snakes. These beautiful creatures, although small, were a great threat and I stood between one and my friend.
 There is a strange sensation that creeps through you once a bullet enters your body. At first, it is simple and understandable. You feel fear, a burning sensation on entry and the pulse of pain that fills your core. However, I felt a shock through my body, almost electrical in nature. I was going to die, but what mattered was what I did in the next few minutes.
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