Like a tiger lurking in the shadows, he waits.
Waits for the perfect moment to attack.
Dim street lights barely illuminate the way...
A Skid Row character appears...
Target sighted.
Slowly but surely, he comes out of the shadows and into the light
That perfect light enveloping the perfect silhouette. Visual symphony...
He shoots, no more than four times.
‘Skid Row’ falls to the ground, running footsteps in the distance…
And just like that, silence.
All is quiet...
Hush-hush…
In a district just off Santa Monica Blvd on this intimidating night, nobody saw anything.
Nobody could.
Nobody dared.
A cover-up.
Nothing to see out in the streets... No, not like this...
Underworld is where it is, undercover is how they’ll do it.
Slowly but surely, one by one...
They will all come out of the shadows…
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