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- He took a right turn into a little loading area behind a building, tried a door, and found it locked. Obviously. Everyone who wasn’t running was forting up. There were more monsters than unlocked doors in Chicago that night. I don’t know what he was thinking.
- He turned from the door, desperate, lifted his gun, and started shooting at me as fast as he could pull the trigger.
- I raised my shield and slowed to a walk. Some of the shots went wide. Some bounced off the shield. None of them threatened me.
- “You can’t!” Rudolph screamed. He fumbled at his armpit and withdrew another magazine. “You can’t!”
- Battle Ground Chapter 23, Page 208
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