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Night ShiftSean narrowed his eyes. The light glistened off the barrel of the revolver pointed at his face. A sigh came from his throat and he rested his head on his palm. The two men in ski masks were shouting about the money and drain cleaner. Sean glanced around the store, as usual no one else was around when he wanted them and the back of the tiny little grocery store was dark and eerie.Night Shift by GainesHall
Typical meth heads, never thinking about anything but the next fix. He thought to himself. Though, am I any different?
“I said give me the money you son of a bitch!” the tallest robber growled.
Sean raised an eyebrow and his free hand reached under counter.
“Don’t press no alarm button you fucker!” The shorter one grumbled.
Sean sighed again, “We don’t have an alarm.” he stated matter-of-factly. His arm tensed and wood splintered. The whole counter shifted forward as Sean threw it into the two men. Scraps of wood and the criminals slammed into the freezer c