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I felt the bullet impact my armor, bruising badly as it failed to penetrate. It hurt, but I didn’t let myself even wince.

“Where. Is. The. COLT?” I growled. I needed to find him. To save him from this place. Him and anypony else here who could still be saved.
As for the rest…

The father weakly pointed towards Starbucked. “Thank you,” I hissed as I pulled the zebra rifle.

Pffatt. Pffatt. Pffatt. Pffatt. Pffatt. Pffatt.

I dropped their burning bodies and trotted out the door.