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leader has a shark head that I’m pretty sure wasn’t there a second ago…I mean, I’d remember something like that right? They must be were-sharks.
    (Congratulations. This has been your redemption for the ‘were-bat’ fiasco)
    The leader starts firing his P90 into his buddy. I throw the body towards him and then dive to the right, pulling out my gun and firing three times. I really wish I had a second gun right now so I could Woo-it-up…oh and some doves; you really can’t forget the doves. 3
    Mr. Sharky must not have expected this because his chest burst with surprise…or was that from the bullets? Either way , it finished the job and he falls over.
    (The intelligent thing to do would be to retrieve the weapons and use them)
    “Good idea Airi!”
    I rush back to the first dead body and grab the P90’s strap, throwing it around my neck as I search his c argo shorts for extra magazines, finding two. I now know that the P90 has a 50 round magazine and fires fifteen rounds per second at a velocity of 2315 ft/s under optimal conditions, which is almost twice the speed of the MP5. Heh, glad I had a shield. I’m finding the same with the second body when I hear Cheza.
    “Cole …? COLE!?” Cheza shouts.
    “Chezarei, wait! He told you to stay here!” Natasha says.
    I see both of them run out into the hall.
    “Look guys! I found new toys to play with!” I say smiling .
    “COLE!!” Cheza screams.
    I spin throw the Sic dagger in Sharky’s open mouth and through the back of his neck; however, he still has time to squeeze the trigger. I probably could have gotten out of the way after throwing the knife, but I can’t with Cheza behind me and in the line of fire. It just had to be a P90, with its 50 round magazine. The fire rate isn’t all that much higher than an MP5; the difference is that in one second, the MP5 empties its magazine so there is no way I would take thirteen rounds to the chest from an MP5 that had been fired previously. Thankfully I’m wearing my jacket.
    (That you neglected to zip)
    “THAT WAS SO FUCKING NINJA!” I scream with my hands above my head.
    (Three, stomach)
    “Cole!?” Cheza asks, tears welling up in her eyes.
    “I’m fine Cheza! They all hit the jacket you gave me, so thank you!” I say while dropping the guns and rushing forward to hug her, hoping that she won’t notice the bullet holes in my stomach. With the blood seal being a maroon color and since I’m tan, it shouldn’t be too noticeable and I can’t let Cheza n otice. However, I realize that Natasha noticed when I see her eyes widen.
    “Hey Natasha, could you go collect the guns? I need to go wash some of this blood off of my hands before the police show up about the gun shots. Cheza, could you go as well? She probably won’t be able to carry everything. Make sure to check that guy’s pockets, I checked the other two already.” I ask and then jog off to the room.
    I think ahead and go to the guest bathroom because Cheza is less likely to go in there soon; for instance, before I can clean up the blood that is bound to result from what I’m going to do.
    “Alright Airi, how do I get these bullets out?” I think.
    (Jumping Jacks)
    She says it so seriously that I almost do it. “Come on Airi!”
    (Fill your stomach up with blood. You will then be able to vomit the bullets out)
    I’m abo ut to object but then I realize that it is actually possible.
    “Hey Cole, are you alright?” Cheza asks through the door.
    “Yeah I’m fine. Can you call Sara and ask h er if she knows anything about were-sharks? My conversation with Tia before was less than helpful.” I ask, hoping that her phone is in the bedroom.
    “Sure; I’ll give her a call.” Cheza says and leaves. I enhance my hearing to make sure she is in our bedroom, and then Natasha walks into the bathroom.
    “Cole, how bad is it?” Natasha asks seriously.
    “The conversation? Oh, it was horribly uninformative but I learned that if you really are a mini