No threat is more grave to the world. Indian XXX But where’d they get an arsenal like that? “Stop him!” screamed Carla. It shot forward, trailing smoke. I pulled the trigger again and again, the rifle thudding back into my shoulder. I hoped this works. “The Holy Sluts will have every resource of the State of Idaho.”
“Good,” He nodded. The radiator had been damaged and the engine now whined. They all had AR-15’s, the civilian version of the M16, or combat shotguns slung over their black body armor. “Or are we looking at one Warlock and her harem of Thralls?”
“No idea. But where’d they get an arsenal like that? I found the keys and jammed them in the ignition. “Master, Governor Cantrell and Sheriff Barends.”
“Thank you, Ami,” a deep voice said. “Or are we looking at one Warlock and her harem of Thralls?”
“No idea. Smoke poured out of the a gaping hole. Between her legs was a black haired woman, her brown eyes wide with fear. Didn’t even dent it as far as I could tell. I picked it up, too scared of the tank to be scared of the rocket launcher right now.
