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- Danielle aimed the Glock and fired one more time. This time the round took two fingers off a flailing hand and smashed into the other kneecap. Smith screamed and fell backward. Her hand twitched and splashed blood over her shirt.
- “Hold the barrel of the pistol in your hand,” said Stealth.
- “What?” Danielle glanced at her.
- “Hold the barrel of the pistol in your right hand. It will be warm to the touch from firing, but will not harm you. Raise the pistol to shoulder height and swing so the tip of the magazine connects with the side of the skull. Your target should be the temple just above the cheekbone.”
- Danielle looked down at the thrashing woman. Smith was trying to gasp out words, but couldn’t focus.
- She turned the Glock around in her hand. She swung and cracked it into Smith’s head. The woman went limp and slumped to the ground.
- Danielle let out a long breath.
- “Thank you,” said Stealth.
- “You couldn’t’ve done that yourself?”
- “Semantics.”
- Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 621
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-purgatory/id676938479
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