Tillman snorted and clicked the stock of the submachine gun back into place. Apparently, discretion wouldn't be an issue. His boots hit the pavement and he scanned the lot, picking out logical places to hide back-up or snipers or cops. He kept his gun aimed neutrally at the ground, a threatening presence for the time being.
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Date: 2012-02-01 04:10 am (UTC)