Beware of the fairies:
Tink smashed the butt of the shotgun into Wendy’s face, knocking her onto the asphalt, and raged: “You think you can steal my dust and SELL ME OUT!? YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE A FOOL OF ME?!”
Wendy, claret pouring out of a gash on her forehead, shouted from the ground: “I didn’t! Peter did ….he’s an informer!”
Distant sirens sounded. Tink hesitated, distracted.
Wendy went for her concealed tazer.
And the shotgun boomed…
Tink smashed the butt of the shotgun into Wendy’s face, knocking her onto the asphalt, and raged: “You think you can steal my dust and SELL ME OUT!? YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE A FOOL OF ME?!”
Wendy, claret pouring out of a gash on her forehead, shouted from the ground: “I didn’t! Peter did ….he’s an informer!”
Distant sirens sounded. Tink hesitated, distracted.
Wendy went for her concealed tazer.
And the shotgun boomed…