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“Christ, T, they just kept coming,” Christopher said.
“Chrisy and I emptied both of our guns and they just kept coming,” Pauli explained, looking a whiter shade of pale. “They wouldn’t stop.”
“Then out of nowhere this chick appears and—fuck, it sounds crazy just saying it,” Christopher paused. “She took the four of them on and turned ‘em to dust. Dust!”
They were interrupted by a knock at the door followed by a Silvio’s newest dancer. “You wanted to see me, Mr. S?”
Tony smiled, “Faith, the fellas here are wondering what happened to them tonight. Care to explain?”