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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Club AfterDark
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The event of the drive-by shooting was something almost everyone who lived in an industrialized country knew about. From the young hoodrat to the jaded hick who lives 20 miles away from the nearest gas station. The degree to which information spread and the mass production and distribution of entertainment made it nearly impossible to somehow get by ignorant of the event. And even if someone somehow managed to avoid learning through news or movies, it didn't take a rocket scientist to put together combining firearms and vehicles for mobility and area of effect at the expense of accuracy.

Even so, knowing about drive-bys, being aware of why and how they happen and then actually sitting at a location where one was occurring were entirely different experiences. Mali's entirely body tensed  and she felt her duck instinctively. Wordlessly she thanked any higher powers that the building was made of sturdy materials. Almost against her will, she found herself turning around to find the inside of the bar, same as it was.

[color=D5FF00]"You don't have to tell me twice,"[/color] Mali replied, releasing a breath she did not realized she'd been holding in. She got up to follow him out the back. Yeah, that was enough time in the Red Light District for one lifetime.