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He took another quick breath and listened. Nothing stirred outside, but suddenly lights that were on inside were being shut off, and searchlights positioned on the corners of the house hummed to blinding life and began sweeping in wide arcs that blanketed the front lawn in light.

Lloyd took out the three guards he could see with three shots. Then reloaded and put another mag off .223 rounds through the glass of the front facing windows on the first and second floor. After the sound of shattered glass subsided, he knelt in the stillness and heard only the muffled yelling of voices from inside.

Tyson had circled the wagons.

Dropping the Bushmaster he filled each hand with a Beretta and charged like the light brigade headlong out of the shadows toward the front of the house.

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Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with laonstage.com, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."