"Shit... shit!" Stuffing the ornate box in his coat, he pulled out his rusted ole' flintlock that just so happened to be loaded at the moment. Slamming his body against the stonewall, he'd take cover, he clicked the hammer back. Ready to fire. Peeking down the alleyway he hoped to see one of his crew running for his help, he'd get to be the hero for once instead of that foolhardy Blackjack.
With a deep breath he'd proceed deeper into the alley taking cover behind something nearby and sturdy.
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