Men at Arms - Detritus shot

A third shot knocked a chip out of Detritus, who slammed into the carriage, knocking it on its side and severing the traces. The horses scrambled away. The coachman had already made a lightning comparison between current job conditions and his rates of pay and had vanished into the crowd.


Vimes slid to a halt behind the overturned carriage. Another shot spanged off the cobbles near his arm.


'Detritus?'


'Sir?'


'How are you?'


'Oozing a bit, sir.'


A shot hit the carriage wheel above Vimes' head, making it spin.


'Carrot?'


'Right through my shoulder, sir.’

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