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Long Drop
A long drop and a short stop. That's what they say. I was lucky, no long drop.
Lucky me, just hanging around. Just strangling.
The catering truck roared out of the dark, spitting bullets. One shot took the
rope out and then I got the long drop. But the short stop was the ground. I
stayed down out of the line of fire. And because right then I wanted as much of
my body as possible in contact with that beautiful, cold, solid ground.
Hannibal must have been shook up. He didn't even try to claim that he'd fully
intended to shoot though the rope, just admitted later it was a lucky shot. You
know I'm a man who likes new experiences. But that twenty, thirty seconds I'd
otherwise have spent swinging and waiting for them to cut me down... Well, let's
say that's one experience I'm happy I missed.
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