By the time Mac opened his eyes again, Trigger had dropped his arm and was staring down at his chest, wild-eyed. King’s aim had been perfect, Mac saw now, and he watched the blood seep through Trigger’s t-shirt, knew that there was nothing to be done. Not that they’d do anything to help him, anyway. Helping him was definitely not part of the plan that night.Ace unfroze now and moved to his President. “Trigger!”It was as if hearing his name made it all real for him. Trigger sank to his knees, clutching his chest now, gasping. Ace grabbed his shoulders, pulled him up a bit.“Trigger!” Ace stared into the man’s blue eyes, watched as the light in them went out. He’d had enough people die in front of him to know what that meant. “Oh, God... no. Trigger! Come on, man. Hang on.”But it was no use, no good. Trigger fell forward, hard, and his dead weight made Ace stumble. By the time Ace got to his feet, King and Jack were standing in front of him, their guns aimed right at his head.“Hey,
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