Jack felt so good about this. Never had he found so much stuff in one go, and now it felt like there was some new treasure waiting for him after every ten yards or so. He approached a corner, and noticed a crude sign pointing to the alley. "FREE BULLITS ➦", the sign proclaimed.
Jack was ecstatic. He could go and grab as much free bullets as he could carry, and sell them for a nice profit. This could finally buy him the ticket out of this damned place they call the Underhive. Jack rushed around the corner and to the alley.
"DROP YOU WEAPON!!!" demanded a cold metallic voice with so much authority Jack had never heard before. He stopped in his tracks, petrified shitless. "DROP YOU WEAPON!!!" the voice repeated. Jack saw a huge armoured warrior standing in the middle of the alley. It was carrying a shining Boltgun in one hand, and a huge banner with a big black fist on it. Jack raised his hands, mumbling "Sir... I ain't got no guns and ain't no lookin' fer any trouble. Dere wos dis sign I could gets all dese free bullits 'ere, roight? ...Sir?"
The huge armoured warrior was standing still, seemingly not impressed with what it had just heard. Jack was calculating his chances. How could he get out of this situation alive? Could he just turn around and leg for it? But he hadn't even done anything wrong. Or had he? And how about those free bullets?
The huge warrior stood completely still, but Jack thought he could see its banner waving in the wind. Strange, the wind shouldn't be blowing down here at all. Jack heard a feint click, then loud bang, and then he was dead. Jack Smart had gotten his free bullet - right between the eyes.
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