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“How’d you find Markie?” Allister asked

“You have to ask?” Draegan laughed “Man squeals like a stuck pig when he’s frightened”

“And I sang hog tunes to Old McDonald’s Farm when I realized they planned to sacrifice me”

“What?” Allister screeched

Draegan ruun cabinet key As soon as he found it, he passed it off to Allister “Sort of makes sense now, huh? What I said back at the barn? That wasn’t for shits and giggles, Allister These guys are worse than any we’ve ever faced”

“Doubtful” Allister loped to the gun cabinet without a break in stride He chose a few shotguns and a couple of forty-fives, his weapons of choice “Can you think of anything that will help us e go in there?”

“Yeah,” Draegan said “Be sure when you see a Vance brother, you shoot to kill We don’t need survivors If we have those, we’ll have problems later”

“We’re not going on a killing spree,” Harley stated flatly

“Then I can’t app

rove this,” Draegan said

“You’re serious?” Harley winced “Man, if we go in there with a htfully so”

“Well what do you propose we do? Think we should just drive on up to the main house, peck softly on the door, and tell the felloere out for a drive and wanted to have a look around?” Draegan snorted at that “Hell no When we go in, we go in right”

“Listen to yourself We aren’t going in there with our guns drawn One of our own has a sister being held there!”

“And I’e the fact that we have rules and we typically stick to them Fact of the o at all We specifically had guidelines to follow, rules in place to prevent these shotgun practices If a woman wants our help, she comes to us That’s just the way it is”

“Sugar, you and I both know if she escaped wherever she’s being held she’d still have a long walk out of those et out of there undetected”