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10 - - - S H O T

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The bullets shot out of the gun, one after the other, after the other. In perfect harmony they hit their target with great accuracy.

“Good job, Dom.” His peer said, yet the words sounded hollow.

“Thank-you,” he replied, and he knew his own words lacked true gratitude.

The man walked off, Domovoi could sense something in him, was it jealousy but his shot was just as good. Then what was it?

The human mind baffles, he concluded, loading his gun for round two. Again the bullets hit their target, except this time Domovoi felt a glare against his back.

Perfection.

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