And within seconds, Leon was going through the safe. "What belt?", he shouted back as he loaded up one shot gun, then another. He picked up an M-16, slammed in a clip, and tossed it on the bed, and continued digging through as he muttered to himself.
"C'mon, Chris... tell me you have a god damn rocket launcher in here somewhere, man."
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Date: 2006-06-05 06:09 am (UTC)"C'mon, Chris... tell me you have a god damn rocket launcher in here somewhere, man."