The escorts stood, one on either side of the Guilder, guns at the ready. Every minute sound made them spin round, the threat of an ambush looming closer and closer. The guilder kept his head down, praying to the Emperor that his strength diminishing armor would kept the bullets at bay. The group made hardly a sound, concentrating on the task ahead, waiting for the inevitable attack on the notorious guilder. Just outside the settlement, that inevitable attack came...
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