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Pretty Firefight

Max dove for cover as the explosion consumed the room, barely beating being caught up in the inferno by a mere scant seconds. It singed some of the hairs on his head though, and that really got him more ticked.

He hit the ground and rolled, and came up behind a barrier. He didn't know what they were using but it was some futuristic gun that made things explode. He got out his cellphone and dialed a number with his thumb.

"Pretty," Max said.

"I am," Pretty replied. "How can I help thee, Max?"

"You still have that Willis Gun?" asked Max.

"That I do," replied Pretty.

"Can you bring it to me?" Max asked politely.