As she stood on the dock waving her sky-blue handkerchief goodbye, the men on the oil tanker looked at her with puzzlement and then fear as she pulled out a .50 Browning Machine Gun.
As the man was rushed to intensive care and doctors fought for his life, Jeff wondered if it wouldn’t be easier for the doctors to work together. [entirely by Mardeg]
You never knew where Jeff would end up, especially after he stepped on the landmine.
“How do I even get past this?” Jeff mumbled miserably into his hands. I slid a gun across the table. “Not violence. Not this time,” he said. I slid another gun.
