The Rip
As he turned to gloat, Nick burst from the bushes and hammered him with a burst to the chest, arm, and ribs.
“Shit! You prick!” Nathan shouted, stumbling back and crashing straight onto Tony.
Nick bolted past them, laughing like a madman. Paintballs zipped past, slamming into trees and bunkers as he wove through the chaos. The flag was just ahead—blue, white, and red fabric flapping in the hot wind.
Thwack! A shot grazed his shoulder. Whizz! Another zipped past his ear. He ducked, rolled, and lunged, stretching out his arm—
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