Shoot Club: Shot Club, Part Three

There were only a couple other guys in the dark cool room, futzing around with their guns or talking to each other. They didn't look at us. They didn't need to. We had the stink of guys who had no idea what we were doing.

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"...sneaked its way into the cylinder."

If only Chick could get ridded of his bad habits. :-)

Go Shoot Club!