he threw sodium chloride in the goon's eyes, but all it concluded was a shower of lead into the warehouse. at that point his backup came in, twenty-some in number, ak's and mac's in hands, bullets in the sky. the goon fell to the floor as the chlorine dined on his visual-balls.
he -- the thrower -- then, in the one, heart-stopping motion; launched a grenade into the crowd of thugs and goons, blasting a quarter of them to pieces, blood everywhere.
"move out," sprayed the thrower spit from his mouth as goons and thugs lay across the ground floor sweating blood out of their eyeballs. the thrower and his backup moved through the warehouse spraying down thugs, while taking counter fire.
the thrower was suddenly hit hard in the knee with a bug moving faster than the speed of sound. he fell to the ground floor as his squadron moved on, chasing the very last thugs and goons until they barely caught their last breathes.
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