“Kindly tell me what your plan is, or you’ll be taking a little nap,” Archer said, his eyes darting around to check for any other potential disturbances.
“Ha! Like I’d tell you,” Fierce boasted.
“Did you send Timmy the Brick after me? It seems a little subtle for your style.”
“Take your gun and shove it.”
Archer moved his hand three inches and shot Fierce in the shoulder. The brute cried out in pain, but Archer soon returned the muzzle to Fierce’s eyesight. “Come on, Hulk. Spill it.”
“No,” Fierce said between labored breaths. “I had no idea the Brick was going to be there.”
“So you got a tip then. From who?”
“I’m not telling,” Fierce said.
“Okay, hang on a sec, have an itch on my finger.”
“No! Wait, okay, it was this jerk called the Reverend.”
Archer was puzzled. “Who? Did he mention anything else to you?”
“Just to interrupt when Timmy lost.”
“Which means…” Archer broke his position and ran towards the edge. “Nice chatting with you, Fierce.”
“Wait! I’m not going to let you get away from me!” Fierce shouted, picking up his broadsword and preparing to charge.
With a fluid motion Archer turned and shoot Fierce straight through the forehead. The giant man dropped instantly. “Sorry about that!” Archer shouted as he dove straight off the roof of the 50-story skyscraper.
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