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Mike.
    The men from camp Oko
Tipi tensed, ready to scatter and return fire.  They were shocked when Mike
told Renny, “You still pissed because I fired your lazy ass?  Renny, you always
were fucking useless.  Just as useless four years ago as you are today.”
    Renny’s eyes flared
wide.  “You god-damn f-fuckin’…”  He stuttered his words, rage getting the
better of him.
    “Drop ‘em, now.”  The
words, spoken almost conversationally, came from directly behind Renny.  As he
was turning to see who spoke, his companion’s guns clattered to the floor.
    He turned to face a man
wearing a mask of bright arterial blood.  His grin showed white teeth
contrasting starkly with the red, a rictus of horror that caused Renny’s
bladder to loosen, a squeal of fear escaping past his lips.  His eyes locked
onto the blood running in fat droplets from the tip of the soaked beard.  It
was the last thing he saw before his eyes rolled up into his head and he passed
out, crumpling to the floor.
    Jimmy stood with an arm
around both of Renny’s goons, pistol to the temple of the man on his right,
large knife blade already causing a faint line of red along the neck of the man
on his left.  One of the men flicked his eyes to the back of the house.
    Voice still low, quiet,
Jimmy said, “No, they’re gone.  Both of them.  Where do you think this blood
came from?”
    One of the men began to
sag, knees weakening.  Jimmy pressed the blade firmly into his neck, the sharp
singe of pain forcing him to stand upright.  “I had to take your buddies out,
no other choice, but you guys, well, my friends here might have something to
say if I just murdered you both.  On your knees, slowly.”
    “Jimmy, you ok brother?”
    “Just fine, Mike,” Jimmy
said, walking into the kitchen and taking a musty smelling hand towel from a
rack in front of the sink.  “Took the first guy down easy.  I guess the second
guy heard something, or sensed that I was there, started to draw down on me.” 
Jimmy looked directly into his closest friend’s eyes, almost daring him to
challenge what he had done.  “Got it right in the face when I opened his
throat.” 
    Mike stared at his friend
for a moment, then gave him a short nod of his head and turned back to the two
kneeling men.
    The one that had been
holding the rifle trembled on the floor, his knees almost rattling on the
hardwood.  The other man glanced at Jimmy and told him, “Greer’s gonna kill you
for that man.  Kill every one of you!” 
    Jimmy threw the bloody
towel he used to clean his face with on the floor in front of the man that
spoke.  “Piss on you and this “Greer.”  You bastards hit a kid this morning;
he’s probably dead as we speak.  I don’t really give a fuck,” he said, stepping
up to the kneeling man, “what you shits think.”  Jimmy’s fist snapped out,
hitting the man square on the jaw.  Cracking bone could be heard when the fist made
contact, before the now-sobbing man fell sideways to the floor.
    To a man, every one of
Jimmy’s friends was glad he did it.  It was the same thing they all wanted to
do, if not worse.
    Alex, who was now
standing near one of the large front windows, spoke up.  “They obviously know
we’re here, so what do we do?  Do we tie them up and leave them here, or take
them with us?”
    “Our plan to move on the
armory at dusk is kind of shot to hell,” Rick said.  He glanced at his watch,
then out a window, “Which will be in less than an hour anyway.” 
    “Use these guys in some
sort of trade?”
    The other man still
kneeling on the floor mumbled something unintelligible.
    “Repeat that,” Rick told
him.
    “Greer would just as soon
shoot us for getting caught as he would trade us for a single damn bullet.”  He
never once lifted his face, as if he were talking to the floor and not a group
of armed and pissed off men.
    “What kind of fighting
force do you have over there?” Rick asked
    “Huh?”
    “He asked