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The man from the circus - not the man of whom Roland had spoken, but one of his direct underlings - did not look at Charger, but spoke quietly.
"We'll be there shortly. As a matter of fact ..."
As he spoke they turned a corner near the outskirts of Los Santos. And it was there: An enormous red and yellow tent surrounded by various attractions - a man swallowing flaming swords, a two-headed midget, a man with one leg and a large birdlike beak juggling knives ... it was intense.
As they got closer, Blaze began looking around for signs of a tiger-woman exhibit.
But there were none. Perhaps she was being held on the other side of the tent?
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Roland dismounted the Eagle and considered the offer.
After a moment he said, "I suppose I can allow you to accompany me a little longer. But be very careful. I am certain that this place is far more dangerous than it looks.
As if to confirm this, two tall figures strode out from an open flap in the tent nearby. They appeared to be humans, dressed in obscenely bright suits with very loud ties ... but their faces looked ... off. Strange. Almost as if they were masks made of skin. Very well crafted masks, but masks nonetheless.
They stopped short upon seeing Roland and Pseok.
One spoke in a buzzy voice that made the gunslinger think of insects. "Gunzlingerrr! Quick! Go tell Fizzer!"
Roland knew that, as one of the "men" turned to run off that he was going to find Fisher, not Fizzer. He drew quickly and fired a shot at the second "man" before it got more than three steps away.
The first "man" was drawing a weapon as well, but it was unlike any gun Roland had ever seen. It had three prongs and no discernable trigger.
Roland raised his gun and aimed. He would have shot, had he not needed to know where Fisher was.
The "man" hesitated, and Roland changed plans. He shot the strange gun out of the thing's hand and steadied his aim again.
"Where's Fisher?
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Blaze heard a gunshot across the circus, and, several seconds later, there was a second one.
"Oh, hell," he groaned. "We've got a visitor."
As the crowd in the circus began to panic and disperse, the small circus man raised two guns of his own and buried them in the backs of Blaze and Charger.
"Walk slowly and casually forward, beasts," he hissed, with no hint of his former jocularity. "I don't want to have to shoot you and ruin what could be a great show.
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Post = done.
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