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katikatTitle: Secret Weapon
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Fandom: The Magnificent Seven, ATF 'verse
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Prompt: # 20, Weapon
Chris Larabee felt the gun at his temple, the arm round his throat. The perp was dragging Chris to his car. Team 7 spread out, keeping the criminal in sight but unable to shoot without risking their leader's life.
Suddenly, a shot rang out in the distance, the bullet hitting its target a fraction of a second later. The criminal holding Chris hostage was thrown backwards, a hole in the middle of his forehead.
Chris squinted, spotting the shooter standing on the roof of a distant warehouse, rifle propped on his hip.
Vin Tanner, their Guardian Angel, at his best.
The End
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katikatFandom: The Magnificent Seven, ATF 'verse
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Prompt: # 20, Weapon
Chris Larabee felt the gun at his temple, the arm round his throat. The perp was dragging Chris to his car. Team 7 spread out, keeping the criminal in sight but unable to shoot without risking their leader's life.
Suddenly, a shot rang out in the distance, the bullet hitting its target a fraction of a second later. The criminal holding Chris hostage was thrown backwards, a hole in the middle of his forehead.
Chris squinted, spotting the shooter standing on the roof of a distant warehouse, rifle propped on his hip.
Vin Tanner, their Guardian Angel, at his best.
The End
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