A couple seconds before the new woman did, Oliver knew she'd move into shooting distance. "Peak's a nickname, in case you were wondering. It's either I call myself that, or people call me by my real name. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" The last sentence had an undertone full of malice, mostly directed at the woman. The man, Eric. He was fine. He trusted him. Quickly, as yet another newcomer pulled into one of the streets that Peak thought he owned, his rifle was in his hand, and aimed at the driver's seat. Granted, it would be hard to hit the mark from so far away and with the windshield, but Peak could do it. He could always do it. "Step out from the car!" He shouted, his voice calm and steady. His cloak blew away from his face for a second, showing his dead eyes.
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