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Colt stared at the results screen, the tune still stuck in his head. He didn't even care about the lost trophies. He just needed to find that footage.
El Primo spun, his mask gleaming. He tapped his heels, his movements mimicking the famous pallbearers. He wasn't just BM-ing (bad-mannering); he was inviting Colt to the final party. Colt stared at the results screen, the tune
Colt checked his ammo. One shot left. He stepped out, ready to go down in a blaze of glory. Colt stared at the results screen
But El Primo didn’t charge. He didn’t leap. Instead, he stood perfectly still. he stood perfectly still.