Red Gold

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Sean saw the man’s gun peek out from under a gray windbreaker. The stranger in sunglasses and baseball cap was walking towards him quickly. Since it was the summer in southeast Georgia, the jacket was more than a little conspicuous. Sean Wyatt had been sitting outside of a bar on River Street, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze, the vibrant colors of sunset, and a freshly brewed glass of sweet tea. It was his way of treating himself to a nice relaxing afternoon after a hard day of work.

A hard day of work wasn’t actually that hard. Not compared to what he used to do, back when he worked for the government. The research he had undertaken in the area had been relatively painless. He’d not even had to change out of his khaki cargo shorts and light blue t-shirt. He tried not to think about his previous gig, something that was difficult to do, seeing that there was a man walking right towards him with a gun hanging under his jacket.

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