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.....[["I'm sorry for being scare on here, but I'm about to actually go into active Marine duty and I've been dealing with such stuff.]]
.....Now quite curious, Azai was roaming about the innards of the black beast freely. Still wary, he would glance at the sleeping man every now-and-again, but for the most part he was at ease.
.....Of course, that was the time during which the worst would be most likely to happen.
.....Picking up random objects that were scattered about the sleeping man's body, Azai examined carefully a handful of objects. About the sixth he picked up; however, was one of the L-shaped metal objects. He turned it over a handful of times, looking at it closely just as he had with several objects beforehand. Glimpsing the empty loop situated at the vertex of the angle, empty but for a single sliver of metal, he stared at it for a good eight seconds before curiosity worked him into messing with the damn thing. The barrel was currently facing to the general left of the predator, toward the windshield of the vehicle; Azai was gripping the barrel as he took his right forefinger and gently fondled the trigger. With a little force, it gave somewhat; the unknowing tribal-man was indeed intrigued.
BOOM!!!
.....With a singe of fiery pain that shot from his hand to his brain, and the sound of shattered glass tinkling onto a metal hood, the gun dropped onto the floor of the metal beast's innards and Azai literally jumped backward, successfully smacking his head against the roof of the car and his back against the wall, eyes wide.
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