-October 11, 2017------
Lisa Cortez, the little girl, is a year younger than Markus. Rob Lopez, the school teacher, used to teach English.
Jerry Sanchez, the custodian, is about 30 years old. Built well. Has a mustache and goatie combo. Black, wavy hair.
Jerry can handle a .17 pretty well. Rob is good with his 10MM pistol. He hands a rifle to me.
Nice rifle, too. It's a .22, so it's very simple to use. Not like a shotgun, where you have to lean into the gun a bit. You can have a leaning back stance and shoot a .22. And also, no need for a silencer; it's silencer than a fucking ninja.
Markus looks at the 9MM Rob put in his hands. Markus looks at Thomas, who seems to nod "yes" to him.
Quentin picks up a .40 glock and examines it and it's ammo that Jerry sprawled out for us.
I see one pistol, right by my feet. I feel a bit yippy looking at it. A .45 ACP pistol. This is the best mother fucking pistol known to Planet Earth itself. I don't know how it got here, hell, I don't even know where ANY of these guns got here, but I am taking this bad boy. I have to.
And I do.
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