You draw the Walther smoothly from your holster and put one very well-placed shot right between the large man's eyes. People shriek in fear as he falls like a tree struck by lightning. The crowd mostly scatters, but one grim fellow approaches and says "My name is Ishmael Montoya. You killed my brother. Prepare to die!"You have:
- Stylish fedora
- Bullwhip
- Vintage Walther P-38 w/ 7 rounds
- Well-worn leather jacket
YOU AIN'T GOT ENOUGH AMMO. RUN LIKE FORREST GUMP!
Do you
- Shrug your shoulders innocently then shoot Ishmael in the face? -or-
- Beat a hasty retreat out into the desert wilderness?
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