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Part 8: The Gambit
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Silas was just returning from the gun store, a basement down Cole Street, it smelt of old beer and cigarette, he had had multiple meetings at basements like this in the past. Back in there, he had met a guy who was drenched in tattoos, he wasn't judging, because he had worst tattoos, they'd shook hands and talked a few about the best guns, the worst guns, and why they were the best guns. He hadn't been to a gun store in years, but he still had his game face on.

He had picked two silvered SMGs, they were weapons he'd known how to use well, he got a black pistol too, and was spent, and began heading home because he'd got work to do.

Dr. Anya had called, once he saw that he had missed several calls from his therapist, he quickly called her back, but she wasn't coming to the phone. He wasn't sure if he still needed therapy. He took both Uzi out of the pack and admired them, as memories began floating through his mind, times of when he was so flawless with guns, deliberately find
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