Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 4 Minutes later he stood over the fallen, shotgun in hand. In the old days, when the enemy were only human, he would've been in a car and away immediately after the explosion. But the Sidhe were different, and experience had taught him to make sure that they weren't pretending. When injured they fought like tigers, which was why the cartridges loaded in his twelve bore were filled with a special mixture of iron-shot. A careful look around confirmed that the group were all down. Four were dead, their clothing torn and skin slick with preternaturally bright blood. Two had survived, which was one more than he'd been contracted for, and so would mean a bonus. A male and female, their injuries were serious enough to have been fatal, if they'd been inflicted on a human body. Being Sidhe, though, ...
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