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I stepped hard on the gas, taking the rest of the crew by surprise. Hector tried to get off a shot. I pushed the rifle away and he fired at the roof. He was carrying blank rounds, but at point-blank range, an otherwise harmless bullet could still kill or maim a guy.
I swerved left and right. None of us wearing seat belts. All of us thrown around.
I glanced over a shoulder. Blake got his balance in the back behind the passenger seat. He took a shot. It hit the headrest of my seat, A hole in the material but nothing more.
Blake looked at his gun. "f*****g blanks? He gave us f*****g blanks!"
“Course I did, morons. You think I'm gonna trust you with automatic rifles?”
Hector, in the front passenger seat, reached for my gun. The only one loaded with real bullets. I wrestled him for it
