The man with the pipe was a giant with teeth like broken rocks in his open maw. His throat birthed a thunderous roll as he stepped forward, pipe swinging in slow arcs, readying to dispatch Liam’s head from his body. Liam, instead of retreating, stepped forward, gun right in the big man’s face. The chamber was empty, but Goliath didn’t know that. “Back off!” Liam shouted, stepping into the giant’s space and forcing the man to take three tentative steps back. As the big man stumbled back off balance, Liam quickly darted past him, then spun around, putting all three of the players in front of himself. He took a few steps back, his gun still on the big man. The blonde, her crossbow still trained on Liam, said, “Think you’re gonna shoot all three of us?” Her snarl was so sexy Liam wanted to lick it. He tried to shake the image, surprised he could be turned on considering the danger. Blondie was short but seemed especially so standing a half-step to the side of Goliath. She could have been nineteen, or twenty-nine; it was tough to tell under the makeup, which she’d somehow maintained despite the conditions.
