Funny how you don't concentrate on the small details when you're scared. There were close to a hundred in this room. I stared up at him, his fingers keeping my face looking at him. He handed it to me, then lifted the undershirt over his head.
The bouncers, unless they were idiots, had to have seen some of the weapons. With these even if you hit in a non-lethal area, missed the heart, the head, everything vital, you still did damage. Jakes answered for him. His skin was a dirty white like snow that had lain too long by a busy road, a greyish white.
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