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Pudge squinted through the scope of his rifle. Not just any rifle. A Tac Ops Tango 51, the ultimate tactical precision rifle. It weighed pounds, was inches long and had a guaranteed accuracy of .25 MOA. Its stock incorporated a semiwide beavertail--He paused in his mental recitation of the Tac Ops catalog description to peer at the weapon, not quite sure what a beavertail was. It sounded almost sexy the way it read. A semiwide beavertail. Beaver tail. Beaver. Tail. | Love Bites Lynsay Sands Love Bites Author Lynsay Sands Category Horror Website http Date 24-October-2012 Page 1 179 http Love Bites Lynsay Sands Prologue Pudge squinted through the scope of his rifle. Not just any rifle. A Tac Ops Tango 51 the ultimate tactical precision rifle. It weighed pounds was inches long and had a guaranteed accuracy of .25 MOA. Its stock incorporated a semiwide beavertail--He paused in his mental recitation of the Tac Ops catalog description to peer at the weapon not quite sure what a beavertail was. It sounded almost sexy the way it read. A semiwide beavertail. Beaver tail. Beaver. Tail. The whole description of the weapon was sexy. For instance it was suppose to have dual palm swells. He wasn t sure what those were but it made him think of boobs. Of course most things made him think of boobs. Yep. He was holding beavertail and dual palm swells. Awesome. The sudden blare of a horn made him start and nearly drop his rifle. Grasping it protectively to his chest Pudge glared down at the dark street below. He d chosen the rooftop of this building because it afforded a bird s-eye view of the parking lot across the street. It had never occurred to him that it would be completely unsheltered up here on the roof and cold as an Alaskan winter. If Etienne didn t hurry Pudge was going to freeze to death waiting for him. He scowled at the possibility. How long was the jerk going to be in there anyway It was already past midnight. This was-- Shit The toothpick he d been chewing on slipped from his lips as the man in question exited the building and started into the parking lot. Etienne Argeneau. And he was alone. Pudge froze for one moment then scrambled into position. He peered through the scope got a bead on the guy then hesitated. He was suddenly aware that his breath was coming fast. He was panting as if he d been running for miles and despite the cold he was sweating heavily. Norman Pudge Renberger was about to