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CHAPTER 16A GANGSTER ACTION An arrow crashed through the windscreen lodging in a backseat cushion. Szgabu drew his pistol swiftly firing a stutter of shot 357 Magnum; messy but hot; three little boys dead on the spot. A fourth came round and blew a poisoned dart past his pate. Szgabu fired for him... Sign in to see full entry.