Shawn Ballanger (6 results)

Condition: New.

Condition: New. Print on Demand.

Paperback / softback. Condition: New. This item is printed on demand. New copy - Usually dispatched within 5-9 working days.

Paperback. Condition: New. This item is printed on demand. New copy - Usually dispatched within 5-9 working days.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. It was go time. I opened up my eyes and waited that split second for them to adjust. I extended my left arm along the wall and into the middle of the door. Pulling the 1911 down and bringing it across my body, just below my nose, I turned my head to the left and looked at the door. In one fluid motion I pushed the door inward with my left hand and stepped to the left with my right foot, pulling my body away from the wall and entering the doorway, 1911 raised. My right eye stared down the sights. Straight ahead of me was a guy standing up in front of his chair. With my sights already locked on him, I depressed the trigger with my right pointer finger. The 1911 jumped upwards. The spent shell was sent flying out from the top of the slide. Releasing the trigger, I immediately pressed it again, sending another round down the chamber and into its target. I took a step forward with my right foot and panned the 1911 to the left towards the hallway and not a moment too soon. Another guy appeared just as I looked that way. I could see the end of the barrel glowing, followed by the distinctive sound of an AK47. He had no idea where he was shooting. I took my time, lined the sights up on the right side of his chest, and pressed the trigger twice in quick succession. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. It was a brisk Friday night in October, and I was walking down Washington Avenue, reliving the events of earlier that night. I was bleeding out of my left side just below my rib cage, the right side of my face felt like it was on fire, everything I could see out of my left eye was fuzzy, I had a gash the size of the Grand Canyon on my left leg, both my hands were bruised and cut up, and my left forearm was bleeding. I was looking worse for wear, and felt like I just got hit by a bus. Thankfully, it was late at night and the streets were empty. This was a good thing for me because I didn't want anyone to see me, let alone talk to me. I eventually hobbled up to Second Street and took a right toward my loft. I was about two hundred yards from my place when a car came screeching around the corner. I turned to my left to see what was going on, and noticed this was not just any car. It was a bright yellow 1967 Fastback Mustang GT. I had seen this car before. With my newfound mortality I was unable to do much about it other than stare at it as it came roaring down the street, right at me. I told myself that it looked like I was going to miss that eleven o'clock call. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…