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Michael watched the pooch fall dead, blood oozing from its side. He watched the rage grow in its owner and a man start firing in his direction. Bullets flew by, none landing. "Clean shot Wes." Michael looked up, and gave the hand signal for his group on both sides of the treeline to fire on the tires. He looked down on the group, deciding who to take out in retaliation. He had a small idea, but it was better than killing no one.