Flashes lit up the room just off stage at the front of the dusty sanctuary and gunfire barked. War and I sped our pace, rushing to the front only to be met with a rather calm looking Izzy as he stepped out of the shadows, slapping a fresh magazine into his tiny Italian-made handgun. “Jesus, fuck,” Xander whispered next to me. “Am I the only one with a raging boner right now?”

