29. Such A Whore.

"On the count of three..." Giovanni tightened his grip on the gun as he said in a very low voice to Pablo.

Behind him were his men, their hands full of guns. Each man with two guns.

Against the darkness all Giovanni could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence.

The rotting wooden door creaked slowly open and echoing footsteps invaded the silence that hung like a cloak around the house. A thick carpet of dust clung to every object, the rays of light shining through the shattered glass windows catching on the particles suspended in the stagnant air. He moved deliberately, dust billowing into clouds as he passed. He continued to move through the house, kicking up more dust until it was difficult to see through the billions of particles that now swirled in the air. 

"Check it," he said slowly and his men scattered into different positions while he roamed in the same place.

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