61. Misfire
“He has a agun.” The sharp cry of the boy rang out.

“Ha!” Leslie gasped as her body forced her to take a stop. She looked to the side, slowly, her eyes widening at the sight of the submachine gun pointed at them. Totally oblivious to the sight of the other handgun pointed at them from the opposite side.

She panicked, her heart in her mouth, cold sweat breaking out on her skin. This was way too much for them to worry about.

“Body Rock!” The boy cried out instantly.

She looked his way, her eyes widened to the effect of seeing his whole skin thicken up in one second later. He bent down, his muscles thick but having cracks about it. The color of his skin died out, taking on the hue of a rock that has been whitewashed by water for so long a time. She grimaced at this, unsure whether this was a good thing.

Or not.

But while she pondered it, the boy swiftly bent. His fingers flexing up a slab of rock and then hefting into the air.

BANG!

BANG! BANG!! BANG!!

Series of gunshots ra
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Uncle Desmond is not totally bad. Tunr sout he has to go. Time for character dev of Lekan

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