"We have ten minutes left on the clock," his producer whispered through the glass, her eyes shiny with held-back tears.
The desert heat was oppressive, making the air shimmer above the iron targets of the USPSA competition. Marcus wiped the sweat from his eyes and adjusted the grip on his prized possession: a completely custom-built Performance race gun chambered in .40 Smith & Wesson.
"This is Leo, signing off from ," he said, his voice steady but heavy. "They can buy the airwaves, they can take the transmitter, and they can clear the playlist. But they can’t erase the static in our veins or the memories we made at maximum volume. Keep it loud out there."
96x [Confirmed ◉]
"We have ten minutes left on the clock," his producer whispered through the glass, her eyes shiny with held-back tears.
The desert heat was oppressive, making the air shimmer above the iron targets of the USPSA competition. Marcus wiped the sweat from his eyes and adjusted the grip on his prized possession: a completely custom-built Performance race gun chambered in .40 Smith & Wesson.
"This is Leo, signing off from ," he said, his voice steady but heavy. "They can buy the airwaves, they can take the transmitter, and they can clear the playlist. But they can’t erase the static in our veins or the memories we made at maximum volume. Keep it loud out there."