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"Come out! Come out!"

Seth Rollins roared, firing two more shots at the table where Xavier Grayson was hiding. Bang... Bang...

Xavier counted the bullets in his mind. If he was right, Seth's gun only had three rounds left.

He pressed a hand firmly against his still-bleeding abdomen, slowing his breathing, steadying it. He risked a glance around the edge of the table