Savages

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Ben flips out.

“Easy,” Chon says. “Steady.”

“I killed someone!”

“And thank fucking God,” Chon says.

The first shot had just missed him. The second would have killed him if Ben hadn’t opened fire. He looks over at Ben, tears pouring down his cheeks, his face twisted in pain.

Brings it back.

The first time.

Popping that particular cherry.

No time for guilt then.

AQ all over the fucking place. Sniper fire coming from everywhere. Buddies going down to the zip-zip of bullets. Chon, flat on the ground, forced himself to look up, find a target, fire.

You killed one, pup? Kill more.

Now he tells Ben, “Chill.”

“I can’t.”

“What did you think it was going to be, Ben?”

And don’t you know it’s going to get worse?