Antiquarian's Precious Find
“Do you even know how to fire that pistol?”
Trailing behind Jim, Marcus chuckled. “This is a nine millimeter Glock Gen five. And I’m an ex-intel Marine sharpshooter, so shut it or I’ll put a bullet in you somewhere that hurts like hell but doesn’t kill you.”
Ahead, Jim chuckled. “Okay, fine. Pick up the pace, Semper fi.”
Behind him, Marcus huffed a laugh and grinned. He had to admit, he liked Jim Erikson. "How much of a lead do you think he's got?" he queried when further on, Jim knelt, piercing blue eyes scanning the ground.
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