Raid and the Blackest Sheep

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black smoke billowed off the smoldering fiberglass shell. A window on the camper shattered with a bang, and a panicked voice could be heard from inside.
         “I’m burning in here… This is murder! You hear me, Nygren? Murder!”
         “Murder indeed,” Nygren said casually.
         “I’m coming out!”
         Mara tried to open the door, but Raid pushed it closed and Nygren helped him wedge it with a chunk of two-by-four. Panic-stricken, Mara peeked out the window to see what was blocking the door.
         “Take it out… My clothes are smoking… I’m burning…”
         “No, you aren’t. There must be some mistake.”
         One of the henchmen tried to slip away, but Raid stopped him with a wave of his gun. The man froze mid-creep.
         “I’ll give you twenty grand now and the rest later!” Mara shouted, his offer broken by sobs.
         Nygren waited a moment longer. From inside, he could hear pounding and bellowing. Mara was trying to bash down the door with every one of his three hundred and thirty pounds. Nygren kicked out the two-by-four and Mara came crashing through the door. Raid gave him an extra boost of speed and the smoldering man plowed headlong into the trunk of the Mercedes. Raid slammed it shut.
         Nygren poured what was left of the gas can onto and inside of Mara’s BMW. With relish, he struck the match. The two henchmen put their fingers in their ears.
         Nygren tossed the match onto the hood of the car. The gasoline vapors whooshed and the entire car shuddered as flames were sucked inside. In the space of a second, the car was engulfed in a column of fire.
         They had barely made it to the road when the camper exploded. The shock wave shot the walls in four different directions and the roof collapsed.
         A few hundred yards down the road, the first fire truck went zooming past in the opposite direction. Immediately following it were an ambulance and more fire trucks. Nygren watched as they disappeared in the distance.
         “Must be a fire somewhere.”
         A few miles further, they found an old logging road that led through the remains of a clear-cut pine forest. On the shoulders of the road were huge log piles and bulldozed mounds. The chaff left by mechanical harvesters lay on every side. Raid drove to the end of the road, killed the engine and popped the trunk.
         Mara lay in a fetal position, covered in soot, his clothes still smoking.
         Nygren slapped him on the back.
         “You said something about twenty grand.”
         Mara sat up with a dazed expression, still rattled by the jolting ride down the logging road and the smoke in his lungs. Nygren settled onto a stump and waited. He surveyed what was left of the peat forest, laid waste by the harvesters.
         “It’ll be fifty years before this place recovers.”
         Mara crawled out. His trousers were riddled with burn holes and his boxers were jutting out of the holes.
         Nygren looked more interested in his surroundings than in his former business partner.
         “Fuck, look at me,” Mara muttered.
         Nygren turned to look. The sight amused him.
         “You can knock the cost of your pants off your debt, call it fourteen euros.”
         Mara took a breath of the fresh forest air and started to come to his senses. A cellphone in his hip pouch started to play a polka.
         Raid snatched the phone and bashed it against a rock. The polka abruptly cut short.
         “The money’s at my place… In the garage…”
         “Let’s go get it,” Nygren said.
         They led Mara into the front-passenger seat and Nygren slid in behind him. Raid drove.
         Nygren stared gloomily at the back of Mara’s head.
         “What makes shitheads like you so greedy? Why don’t you enlighten us to pass the time?”
         Mara sulked silently.
         “I give you startup

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