The two men stared at each other without moving, Pxan hand was on the pistol, the man hand on his little rifle. The tension in the air grew only more. The expression of the two men changed. Pxan prepared himself for a fight. The man was ready to attack. They stared at one another searching for an opening, a point of attack, a blink of an eye.

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<> a single blast cut the air, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. The man left leg was gone.

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<> Pxan turned and begun exploring the church grounds. Marcus presence made him angry. Stone corridors after stone corridors, halls after halls, corridors after corridors. The old church had stood the test of time. Those dark halls were still intact...for the moment. Pxan turned back seeking his explosives and rifles when he heard Marcus and Lucy talk.

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Lucy said something in a low tone

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Pxan hearing this conversation begun placing traps everywhere. When he returned he had an extra pistol and a rifle. It wasn’t that hard placing mines and trackers on the two men. Two fearful, too distracted.

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Pxan was slightly suprised by Lucy question <>

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Pxan expression changed and Lucy took a step back <>

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Lucy and Pxan walked the rest of the way in complete silence. Pxan sometimes glanced at Lucy, wondering if he should kill her now or later.

Life became weird, Pxan passed most of the time alone wandering through the underground floor of the church, Marcus became more and more afraid and Lucy more confused.

A thundering shoot woke up Pxan <> said Marcus very angry <>