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[He feels the thrill of success as he watches York take one of the shots. He figures he can manage another one, and starts to move off a little to the side just so he's not standing still, but as he's about to pull the trigger, York fires a shot of his own and Wash doesn't have the chance to get out of the way. This one hits its mark, right in his stomach, and a pained noise escapes him as he topples backwards. Wash lands flat on his back and groans, part in pain and part because he knows he's fucked now. He tries to sit up, but the paint's hardened, and he's got two shots on his torso. He can't even roll over, he's just stuck there, lying on his back, waiting for York to finish him off. Oh, and firing another couple of shots in the other freelancer's general direction because his arm is still working. He starts off aiming for specific places, but in the end just gives up, just wanting to hit him somewhere. There're only a few bullets left in his clip, but he uses them all.]