Jaime exhaled, feeling pretty darn good about this--well, gigantic new pothole aside--when a thought popped into his mind and got him back into motion, hustling over.
"I don't think so--you don't get to shoot into crowds and go home after somebody makes a bigger boom than you. You're..." Bracing self for cheese: "under arrest."
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"I don't think so--you don't get to shoot into crowds and go home after somebody makes a bigger boom than you. You're..." Bracing self for cheese: "under arrest."