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Mistake.

I drop him.

The third doesn’t engage.

He watches.

Calculates.

Then—

He pulls back

Sirens cut through the distance.

Loud.

Approaching fast.

Sheriff.

Deputies.

Right on time.

The man’s eyes meet mine one last time.

Then he turns.

Signals retreat.

Truck roars to life.

Dirt kicks up.

They’re gone.

I hold position.

Weapon still up.

Still scanning.

Then I look down.

Two of them didn’t make it.

Good.