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Gold Cake
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Three 'gainst one. Bad odds. I was gonna have to think fast. I scanned the area 'round me, sized up m' options.
Now... what did I do next?
1) Decided t' dive into one o' the buildins' behind me. There was no tellin' if someone was in there who'd get caught in th' crossfire, but I had t'risk it.
2) Hopped th' fence nearby, hoped to make a run fer it. Might be able to pop off a couple shots before one o' their flares burnt through, but I'd have t' get movin' quick once I was back there.
3) They weren't gonna quit 'til either I gave up or died, unless I fought 'em off. I was a lick spryer than most, figured I'd dodge their shots as best I could.
4) They were bad odds all right, so I had t' even 'em up a li'l. Up on th' rooftops behind me I'd have cover n' a good angle to lay down some fire on 'em. No tellin' how it'd play out if they got up there too, though.
5) I musta been off m' rocker fer even thinkin' 'bout it, but I had t' get close. Even the Buckle Bros. weren't crazy enough t' fire off flares at short range. Gettin' up in their faces would even the odds a bit, I reckoned.
6) I was fed up with it. President wanted th' seed so bad, fine, she could have it. Can y' blame me? S'not like it was gonna end up any different than th' others anyway. I just wanted t' rest n' forget about it all.
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