the monte carlo now pock marked with bullet holes sits quietly in the small parking area. the ca is cold to the touch but out in the prairie the light could be seen of the campfire the number around it unclear. one stands up illuminated by the light and heads into the dark of the night before emerging under the light of the of the nearby lamp post the only light in the lot the familiar image of kendov coming to view
" mister mogul, how are you today"
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