He handed his revolver over to his friend and pulled out his spare.
“Okay, listen. I’ll go down the hall, alright? You stay by the door.”
“Whistle and I’ll come.”
The friend nodded, and he turned around to face the unlit hallway. He lifted his foot, but before he finished his first step, he felt the pain exploding in his back. As he fell, his ears registered the blast of the gun. The body spasmed on the floor, but there was no life left in him before he fell.
The friend holstered the smoking gun and stepped over the corpse.
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