Colt checked his ammo. One shot left. He stepped out, ready to go down in a blaze of glory.
As the smoke finally touched them, El Primo triggered his Super one last time—not to crush Colt, but to launch himself into the air, silhouetted against the sun in a mid-air dance pose. The screen faded to black. Colt checked his ammo
Colt stared at the results screen, the tune still stuck in his head. He didn't even care about the lost trophies. He just needed to find that footage. Colt checked his ammo