[That cheek of that boy! Considering no lives would have needed to be saved had he not stolen her motorbike in the first place. Disappearing into the tank once more, there is a moment of pregnant stillness as the steel engine creaks and moves, its canon rotating slowly.
And a shot fires right over the door, forming a neat hole where the porch light used to be.]
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And a shot fires right over the door, forming a neat hole where the porch light used to be.]