The ninjas dispersed across the area with a precision that I might have admired, if their intentions hadn't been to kill me. Then again, someone was usually trying to kill me. I felt a wonderful surge of adrenalin, winked at Indy, snagged my guns, and started firing.
It was like a fucking shooting gallery. One enemy would drop, and another would pop up in his place.
Now this was what I called an adventure.
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This was short!
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