*Bultiov runs through the door*
"Jes and...whoever you are! More of them are coming...but I think I'll stop their 'copter. Just tell me where to meet you-"
*A bullet is fired. Bulitov notices only just in time and clenches his fist hard. All are knocked over, but the bullet lands safely on the ground*
"Still working on that."
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