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The loud crack of the shot brought him awake with a start. His eyes snapped open and he cast around wildly before he saw it was only Nightingale glaring angrily over the sights of his revolver. The tiny dugout was half filled with gun smoke, but Nightingale wasn't finished. He followed the sleek black rat as it bounded along the back wall and jumped into the knee-deep puddle that covered the floor. It started to swim for shelter under the rudimentary plank bed where Stephen was lying, but Nightingale fired again and the rat disappeared with a splash.
‘For Christ's sake! Do you mind?'