A Necessary Carnage - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Oct 12th

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The targets fell under the onslaught of bullets. They hit the floor in silence; their forms peppered with many holes. The gunman grunted in frustration at being forced to pause through lack of ammunition. In a matter of seconds, he was once again ready to bring carnage and destruction, and did so with alacrity.

“Do you feel better now?” Illya asked, as he watched a fresh set of targets being set up.

“Getting there,” Napoleon replied tersely, reloading his weapon yet again. “I hate it when an assignment goes wrong.”

With that, another row of cardboard people met their end.

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