should be giving him the information he sought.
The boy’s father had proven himself perceptive. He’d been onto Rayne when he returned from the snatch job for the treasure that would change Merwin forever - empty handed! To make him angrier, Rayne lied and said there wasn’t a treasure to retrieve when he got back from the snatch job. It took years to get Rayne to slip. He knew it wasn’t a deliberate slip, since he was confiding in a friend .
Once the true importance of what Rayne had kept co n cealed was revealed, Rayne was a man with a target on his head. Every attempt at finding where Rayne hid the treasure had failed. The fool proved to be lucky and clever, but not clever enough to know that he would never give up his search for the treasure. He had to admit his hate for Rayne ran deep, although it didn’t start that way. The seed of jealousy grew to a deep building hate that he could barely keep hidden whenever he looked upon Rayne.
I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time. Thanks for giving me good reason. Ha! Your arrogance was gone when I pulled you close, and stabbed you, after telling you your sons would follow. He was running out of time before his dirty deed would be di s covered though. Killing the head Sekin Zukar leader was a hasty move, but killing Rayne was simply a pleasurable necessity. The Sekin Zukar was like a King to the Zukar, a King over thieves. The highly respected leader of all Zukar clans rules were followed by all, except he’d never respected the weak Sekin. It was too late for regrets. A l though, it was in haste he’d killed the Sekin Zukar, he had to admit the pure bliss in doing so was worth the risk.
His patience was thinning with his dependence on his followers, and he was running out of options. He will have to move fast in order to gain the bargaining chip of the treasure, or his end would come too. Painfully slow if I’m found out. It was the only reason he’d left the scene of Rayne’s murder and made his men wait for Rayne’s boys to leave the scene to frame them for killing their father then capture them to lead him to the trea s ure. He didn’t want to be implicated in the murder of Rayne. It would interfere with his plan in becoming the master of Me r win. Too many of the Zukar and Merwin leadership alike respected Rayne. He had to admit Rayne’s favored status on Merwin made it even more pleasurable to kill him. Humph, your boys will lead me to it. He’d heard Rayne mention it was his family’s destiny to protect the treasure. He’d overheard Rayne confirm he would leave clues for his sons to save the treasure if he was killed. And when I get them to reveal it to me, they too will die.
A noise came from the opening ahead as his current se c ond-in-command walked into the cave. He tired of his cohorts quickly, but they were necessary to get the job done. Squinting, he took in the hunched shoulders and lowered head. Tightening his hand on his knife, he prepared himself for the status of the pursuit of the boys.
“Sira Zukan,” his second-in-command cautiously called out in the respectful address used for a lead Zukar.
“Quinn, tell me you have captured the boys, and the girl who is with them.” He surged forward and grabbed his knife as his other hand yanked Quinn close by the neck. He pushed hard on the pressure points in the man’s neck known to cause pain to Merwin born men.
Quinn coughed. “The boy used the fog to his advantage. He bombed one of our cars, and killed three men.” Quinn winced in pain as his tormentor pressed harder on the gills on his neck. “He got away, but we have an idea where he’ll pass in order to get to his father’s trove. We don’t have the location of the trove, but there are only two directions they can go to get to the island of golden fire, near where we believe his father’s trove is.” Tears gathered on the corners of Quinn’s eyes, but the stoic expression on his face never wavered.
The Sira Zukan
The boy’s father had proven himself perceptive. He’d been onto Rayne when he returned from the snatch job for the treasure that would change Merwin forever - empty handed! To make him angrier, Rayne lied and said there wasn’t a treasure to retrieve when he got back from the snatch job. It took years to get Rayne to slip. He knew it wasn’t a deliberate slip, since he was confiding in a friend .
Once the true importance of what Rayne had kept co n cealed was revealed, Rayne was a man with a target on his head. Every attempt at finding where Rayne hid the treasure had failed. The fool proved to be lucky and clever, but not clever enough to know that he would never give up his search for the treasure. He had to admit his hate for Rayne ran deep, although it didn’t start that way. The seed of jealousy grew to a deep building hate that he could barely keep hidden whenever he looked upon Rayne.
I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time. Thanks for giving me good reason. Ha! Your arrogance was gone when I pulled you close, and stabbed you, after telling you your sons would follow. He was running out of time before his dirty deed would be di s covered though. Killing the head Sekin Zukar leader was a hasty move, but killing Rayne was simply a pleasurable necessity. The Sekin Zukar was like a King to the Zukar, a King over thieves. The highly respected leader of all Zukar clans rules were followed by all, except he’d never respected the weak Sekin. It was too late for regrets. A l though, it was in haste he’d killed the Sekin Zukar, he had to admit the pure bliss in doing so was worth the risk.
His patience was thinning with his dependence on his followers, and he was running out of options. He will have to move fast in order to gain the bargaining chip of the treasure, or his end would come too. Painfully slow if I’m found out. It was the only reason he’d left the scene of Rayne’s murder and made his men wait for Rayne’s boys to leave the scene to frame them for killing their father then capture them to lead him to the trea s ure. He didn’t want to be implicated in the murder of Rayne. It would interfere with his plan in becoming the master of Me r win. Too many of the Zukar and Merwin leadership alike respected Rayne. He had to admit Rayne’s favored status on Merwin made it even more pleasurable to kill him. Humph, your boys will lead me to it. He’d heard Rayne mention it was his family’s destiny to protect the treasure. He’d overheard Rayne confirm he would leave clues for his sons to save the treasure if he was killed. And when I get them to reveal it to me, they too will die.
A noise came from the opening ahead as his current se c ond-in-command walked into the cave. He tired of his cohorts quickly, but they were necessary to get the job done. Squinting, he took in the hunched shoulders and lowered head. Tightening his hand on his knife, he prepared himself for the status of the pursuit of the boys.
“Sira Zukan,” his second-in-command cautiously called out in the respectful address used for a lead Zukar.
“Quinn, tell me you have captured the boys, and the girl who is with them.” He surged forward and grabbed his knife as his other hand yanked Quinn close by the neck. He pushed hard on the pressure points in the man’s neck known to cause pain to Merwin born men.
Quinn coughed. “The boy used the fog to his advantage. He bombed one of our cars, and killed three men.” Quinn winced in pain as his tormentor pressed harder on the gills on his neck. “He got away, but we have an idea where he’ll pass in order to get to his father’s trove. We don’t have the location of the trove, but there are only two directions they can go to get to the island of golden fire, near where we believe his father’s trove is.” Tears gathered on the corners of Quinn’s eyes, but the stoic expression on his face never wavered.
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