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"Notto execute a one- hi else, like na?" Shannie asked

"Nope Just knew it happened Tainted a ain," Shannie said We went in search of Captain Mulberry

Mulberry was a squat, fireplug of a h He wore a square, concrete jaw Shannie said it was the result of a cinder block i his mouth between twin peaks Even when he didn't speak, his mouth rippled like a windblown lake His voice was deep and cavernous His gray eyes were like a lighthouse's searchlight, constantly scanning the coast in front of hie to punch his jaw," I told Shannie

"Lucky you didn't You would have broke your hand"

When he moved, his cockiness vanished He didn't walk, he rolled His legshim the appearance of perpetual stumble

He towered over Shannie by a hed her by a hundred pounds Except for their height, they were coraceful and delicate, precise as a scalpel; Mulberry, clueha face to face

"I need to talk to you," Shannie said

A corner of the Captain's mouth rose into a smile, his eyes paraded up and down Shannie "Who are you?" Mulberry sneered

"I want to knohat," Shannie began

"I can do for you?" Mulberry jeered, cutting off Shannie

"Kind of Tell ain

"Tell you what I can do for you? And how I'ht The fool doesn't knohat he's getting into

"Woe have ourselves a live one," Shannie scoffed

"Wouldn't you love to find out" Mulberry's sneer widened, his concrete jaw erect in front of him

"Yo Napoleon, I didn't come here to listen to your fantasies Take them up with your sister"

"My, my, I think you're the live wire," the captain crowed

"Cut the shit! Tell me what you know about the fratricide in the Wadi-Al-Batin!"

The condescending s bout no fratricide Got the wrong outfit babe"