Going With the Shotgun

"This should do fine." Jack said, lifting the shotgun. The ends of it were sawed-off so it was managable with one hand, which was key at this point. He grabbed an additional box of shells and shoved them into his pocket. Carrying the massive gun in his good arm, he exited the building. The naked girls were still watching him in awe and cooed excitedly as he slung the shotgun over his shoulder.

"Go get your girl, cowboy!" The rehead hollered and the brunette whistled enthusiastically. Jack nodded to them and strode off toward the town were Phyllis disappeared. The hot sun beat down on him, but his resolve kept him going. And after hours of what seemed like grueling **** of boiuling temperatures, he saw the town come up in the distance.

He hurried the rest of the way, but came to a stop as he got near. There were tall watchtowers at the corners of the city, and he could see fembots kept carefully watch over their territory. Jack quickly ducked down in some brush. He swore to himself and held his gun tight. He didn't know how he was going to get in now.

He looked over his shoulder back at the town. He could pretend he was just a harmless man, ready to become a victim of the fembots, or he could sneak around and find an alternate route in. He wasn't sure what the best method was, but knew he would have to decide fast.