From the outside the building appeared amazingly intact. Jish and Flav hid in the rubble as lookouts, guns at the ready.
Morque knocked the door down with his massive shoulder. I stormed in, releasing a protective bolt.
It was no good, the building had long ago been ransacked and burnt out.
Poking through the wreckage, just in case, I heard a weapon discharge outside. It was followed by a barrage of concentrated high energy particle beam weapons.
A Goony patrol had struck. I knew my people. The dilapidated restaurant was a strike out, but we’d have fresh meat for diner.
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