Max pulled the trigger. He felt the gun vibrate in his hand and the
bullet spat forth in a wake of bullet time, leaving a trail for those to
follow. It seemed like he was falling into forever, his body still
gliding across the sky as he pulled the trigger a second time.
It was
like a scene in a summer blockbuster where it's all style and the story
takes a back seat. He hoped whoever was playing him in the movie was
cool looking.
He could see the scene like a movie, and his peripheral
vision was catching the camera crew off to one side. He was wondering at
the moment during battle who was calling the shots on this one, and
whether this story they were working on was going according to plan.
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