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The rescue erupts in a storm of noise and motion as the Chuckle Boys smash their way into the building holding you captive. Charlie bolts forward in a frenzied sprint, a knife flashing in his hand, his screams a high, unhinged anthem. I move right behind him, the heavy *chk-chk* of my shotgun being racked cutting through the din, and I voice a cold, casual update on the tally I keep. Ted spins his blade between his fingers, the steel catching the dim light, and a wide, manic grin splits his face as he declares the violent carnival officially open.