“The old throw-the-rock-to-my-side-to-distract-me-trick,
eh?” Branstorm called out. “I thought you were beyond that sort of nonsense,
Rockwell. Did you really think I would fall for that?”
“Not really.”
Porter spoke up, standing right next to Branstorm, having approached from the
other side, his gun held ready. “But it seems like it always works.”
Excerpt from WIP- "AIN'T DEAD YET".
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