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intervention. If he can get up on his feet, look you in the eye, and deliver a “fuck off,” then you are absolved from all responsibility. Later on, it is okay that you have no idea what his girlfriend is talking about.
    “Any dispute lasting any longer than three minutes will and must be settled by rock, paper, scissors. There is no argument too important for this determining method.
    “A man shall never help another man apply sun tan oil—blood relations are included. Under no circumstances may two non-related men share a bed or anything that can be perceived as a mattress regardless of size unless more than three women are involved.
    “If you say ouch, you are a pussy!” they said a little louder, grinning at each other and holding up their fists.
    “Bros befo’ hos,” they said, bumping fists and laughing.
    At master control, Jennifer dropped the microphone as Ian’s 3-D scent jacket held the button down, letting her hear the code and motto. Beside her, Allie and Carrie recited it along with them. “What the fuck was that?” Jennifer cried and realized the girls recited it. “You’ve heard that before?”
    Grinning, Carrie said, “They say it all the time.”
    “Holy shit,” Jennifer said as the radio transmission from Ian shut off. “I used to think they were so smart. Now, I think they’re dumb asses.”
    It was an hour later when Ian stopped at the head of the draw at the ridge. Below them were a house, mobile home, barn, and several vehicles parked around the property. Lance pulled out the binoculars, looking down at the area. “How far away are we, you think?”
    “Five, six hundred yards,” Ian said, looking down the roads and seeing the pack of stinkers that had left were almost out of sight. Nothing else was coming.
    “I don’t see anything around the house or barn, but the doors are busted off the house,” Lance said and lowered the binoculars. “I’m thinking we ease down where the draw ends and ease up to the area on foot to make sure it’s clear.”
    “Sounds good, but why not just haul ass to the chicken coop, grab the bastards, and haul ass back?”
    “I really would hate to find out the house, mobile home, and barn are full of the fuckers and they cut us off,” Lance said, putting the binoculars up.
    Groaning, Ian gripped the steering wheel. “You just had to say it.”
    “Yeah, if they are, just turn around, and head back up here. They can’t go fast enough uphill, so we can lose them.”
    Ian eased between the smaller trees as he went down the draw, soon losing sight of the farm. When he stopped at the bottom, they pushed the netting back and slowly got out. They checked each other then their weapons. Satisfied, they looked at Dino, who was looking at the farm ahead. “He’s not growling,” Ian said.
    Nodding as he looked at Dino, Lance looked up at the farm. “You want point or cover?”
    “I’ll take cover since I’m driving.”
    Giving a nod, Lance eased out of the trees, bringing his rifle up but not pointing at the house in case someone was there. As Lance eased closer, he noticed the only animals he saw were chickens in a large chicken coop by the barn. The mobile home was the first building they came to, and Lance crept up on the porch, seeing the door was shoved inward.
    Glancing down at Dino, Lance saw him panting and looking in the trailer. Feeling better but not lowering his rifle, Lance stepped in with Ian behind him. The inside was destroyed, and Lance quickly cleared and led Ian back out.
    As they approached the back of the house, Lance came upon a body. He paused, studying it for a second. It was a man that looked like a farmer with salt and pepper hair with a small bullet hole between the eyes. Staring at the face, Lance thought he looked familiar then looked at his chest and saw blood stains.
    Holding up his hand in a fist for Ian to stop, Lance knelt, looking closer at the chest, and saw two large bullet holes. You weren’t a stinker when you