Family Feud - Part 12

Family Feud - Part 12

Two Mob style families seek revenge on each other as the bodies stack up. Told from the point of view of one of the hired gun "soldiers" involved in the carnage.

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Massacre at Vinnie's Place

A quick phone call to Tony to let him know what had happened with our raid on Vito's Gym and to be sure that he had moved somewhere safe followed by another call to Henry to warn him about the bloodbath at the gym. 

 "I was trying to call you," Henry interrupted, "There are a ton of characters headed for Vinnie's old place and Grove Street.  I alerted a couple of your guys but your phone has been off. Hancock is trying to get backup to both places."

I've got Augie Carson and Carl Porter watching the place to kind of keep track of what's going on but I haven't heard anything new from either of them for a while.  Hope that's good news."

"Thanks Henry, I'll take care of it." 

"Oh, one more thing.  That new friend of yours, Jerry Wilson?"

"Yeah?  What about him?"

"He doesn't exist.  No wants, no warrants, no military record, college, high school, no record at all. Nobody  has anything. Tony calls him a squirrel, I call him a spook.  Nobody has a blank record.  None of it adds up.  I don't know who he is or where he comes from but Jerry Wilson is not his real name."

I stood listening to my friend's impassioned warning about the man that I have grown to trust partially because of the fact that he has saved my life at least twice that I can be sure of and probably more than that because of his insider knowledge of the goings-on in Vito's organization. Jerry has been missing for a while "working an angle" with Vito and his men...

I have to admit that had me more than a little curious, and yes... worried.

"Some or your best friends might just try to capitalize on your trust, they might even cry at your funeral, but you will still be dead." - Henry's warning replayed over and over in my head every time I looked at the guys I trust and work every day.  

"I could use a couple of million myself." I said under my breath.  I could leave this bloodbath and find a nice quiet home somewhere and retire, or maybe find a job as a mechanic to clean up good people's problems for them for a nice per-job fee... I'm good at what I do but it would be nice to do it where I was sure who the enemy really is.

A few phone calls later I had alerted several of my sleeping friends that owed me some pretty big favors and had, in effect, a small army on the move. 

First stop -  while it's still dark is to go back to Vinnie's place and clean up the trash that has collected there.  I knew that Vito's brother Giorgio was going to be in from Chicago with a bunch of his thugs and very likely his three sons and the best of their muscle from the Chicago branch of their mob.  A little fancy for this town but they wouldn't be here for the fun of it - at least not the old man, the sons however, probably still in party mode. This would be a great adventure for them.

"No guns without silencers, knives and arrows as much as possible.  We don't want to wake up the whole bunch at once." I ordered as we huddled behind the neighbor's house for last minute plans.  I spotted one of Henry's pals, Augie, parked down the street where he could watch the place fairly safely.  I wanted to talk to him before going in so I ordered everyone to wait while I made my way to the car. 

I moved up to where I knew he would see me in the mirrors and gently tapped on the trunk lid. I couldn't see much inside but I knew that if he hadn't dozed off that at least he knew I was there.  Moving up the driver's side I looked in the driver's window. 

"Hey, anything happen that we should know abou... Shit!"

He wasn't going to answer.

I felt his cold skin. In the cool night air he might have been dead an hour or all night, I couldn't tell but Henry said he had a "couple" of guys here watching. Where was the other one?

Back behind the neighbor's house I let my guys know what I had found out and tried to contact Henry. No answer but I soon spotted a single figure coming up the street. We held back watching as he approached.  

"Kyle?" the low voice was almost inaudible from where we were hiding.

"Jerry?" 

"I got your message, figured you could use some help." He said in a low voice. Before I could answer the lights of a dark SUV started aiming down the street causing everyone to duck for cover.  The big ass hauler turned into Vinny's driveway and four guys got out, laughing and talking loudly, obviously at least a little drunk.  They pulled a fifth guy out of the back and dragged him inside.  I recognized him as Denny Dorner, a good man.  I had worked with him quite a few times and he was one of Tony's personal bodyguards. No doubt they want to torture Tony's whereabouts out of him. After they had gone inside, we used the distraction to get closer to the house and get ready to go inside.  

The relative commotion inside subsided amidst mumbled grunts, sounds of shushing and muffled laughter as they hauled  Denny off to some place in the house to be tortured and probably killed, hopefully they were tired enough to put that part off until they slept it off.

Slipping up the steps, I peeked inside and spotted the guard sitting on an old ottoman.  He looked quite tired too.  Probably had been on guard duty all night and now, at four-thirty in the morning was getting to the point of dozing off.

"I've got this one." Jerry whispered, holding up his gun with the silencer already screwed on.

"Go for it." I whispered back.

Carefully turning the knob, I opened the door a crack and Jerry took aim through the gap.

*Peyuup*

The guy's eyes opened in a sudden shocked expression and his head slammed backwards against the wall. The small round hole leaked a small trickle of blood that ran down both sides of his nose.  He started to tilt to his left until he had wilted over and his head almost touched the floor. The new posture allowed the blood to drain from his split open head onto the carpeting.

"That's going to stain." I whispered as I opened the door and we filed in as quietly as we could.

Stepping around the body and the growing puddle of dark red blood, I started for the next room but was startled by the sight on the floor in the doorway.

It was Daniel Porter, one of Henry's friends on the force and the second person watching the house tonight.

I had no idea why he was inside the house and he still had his weapon but someone had stabbed him in the neck.  The second person tonight with the same death dealing wound. I began to suspect a particular killer that I knew had been working for Vito's mob in the past and had moved to Chicago a few years back. I can't call Henry yet but he needs to know about his friends as soon as possible.  I want to be the one to tell him.  He at least deserves that.

In the room behind Porter's body I could hear music, turned down low but likely had a wide-awake listener so I headed that way.  Setting my bow aside I pulled my gun and secured the silencer.  Jerry moved up to my side and grabbed the doorknob. I silently counted "Three, Two, One." Jerry turned the knob and threw the door open wide.  The startled occupant of the room looked up just in time to see my first shot struck struck him in the gut just to the right of his navel. 

Jerry's shot hit him top right in his abdomen at almost the same instant as my first shot.  My next shot plowed through his heart and sent a gusher of blood spurting from the hole.  He fell to the floor with a rather loud thud.  That was probably going to bring someone to investigate...

"Spread out! Watch the stairs. We are likely to have some company after that noise." I ordered.

"I hear somebody!" Jerry whispered. "Over here."

Leaning against the wall out of sight from the stairs, I held my place until I heard the footsteps near the bottom of the stairs.

"Hope they aren't expecting me here." I thought.

"Now or never!"

I stepped around the corner into full view of the stair steps. Pointed my gun and fired.

Fortunately the guy was careless.  He was looking at his feet when the first two slugs hit him. By the time he looked up the third bored it's way through his midsection and he fell backward on the steps.  I pumped one last shell through his heart and he jerked upward, stiffened in place for a long, painful moment and then wilted back on the steps.

Climbing the stairs I could hear water running in the bathroom. 

"Cover me."   I ordered.  

I turned the knob but it was locked.  Pulling out a credit card, I slipped it in between the latch and striker plate.   I weighed my options again and opted for the pistol with silencer, mostly because of the ability to fire several shots in rapid succession if need be.

Stepping in I watched as the guy toweled himself dry, finishing with his hair, tossed the towel on the edge of the tub, smoothed his hair and turned toward me.  He looked with a bit of surprise that I was inside the bathroom with him and then with shock as he realized who I was and that I had my gun aimed at his chest. I recognized him too. His name was Eric, and although I had never worked with him, I knew he was a fast and efficient killer and deadly loyal to Vito and his mob.

Before he could speak at all, I squeezed the trigger, my gun recoiled and his chest erupted in a bloody explosion. 

Frozen in a silent scream, he stood there for as long as it took for him to topple over backward, hitting his head on the edge of the tub with a rather loud bang that probably would have killed him without the bullet that blew his heart apart.

"Hey Eric, you ok in there?"...

The voice came from the bedroom next door.  I knew i couldn't sound like Eric so I kept quiet and headed out the door.  The guys in the hall heard the call too. As I stepped out, I got to see David in action with a knife for the first time.  The door opened and a bearded guy stepped out onto the hallway. As soon as he spotted us, David threw his knife, striking him in the gut.

The first reaction was to gasp with the pain and grab for the knife.  I knew the next would be either a scream for help or a loud howl of pain. I couldn't let that happen. Pointing my gun at him I let one shot go.  His throat was now pierced through, his spine shattered at the base of his neck and no chance of any kind of outcry.  He wilted to the floor in a bloody heap.

"We need to sweep these rooms before they all come out to get us.  Let's start at this end." I suggested. "Clean out this place once and for all."

 Moving to the first room at the top of the stairs, Dave was just reaching for the doorknob when it opened and the occupant stepped out into the hall. Instinctively I raised my gun and fired. 

One shot to the temple did the trick and the armed killer twisted around and tumbled face first down the stair steps, laying in a silent sprawl, head on the landing and his bare feet still near the top step. The carpeting had muffled the sound of his death tumble enough that hopefully, no one would investigate.

David went down the steps and pulled the guy's wallet and checked to see and sure enough, another Chicago thug.

"Looks like we're cleaning up two cities at once," he quipped. "I think I'll keep these." he said as he picked up the guy's pistol and pulled a nice knife from his waistband.

"Help yourself." I said. No sense letting them go to waste, or worse yet be used on us later." 

I softly knocked on the next door.  A stirring inside told me that whoever was inside was awake so I readied myself for him.  The door opened and he looked at my face, looked down at my body and smiled.

"Well hello there!" he grinned. What's on your mind handsome?"

"You are." I answered.  His smile broadened.  

"Well don't just stand there, come on in." he invited as he turned around.

"Don't mind if I do." I said as I stepped in behind him.

I didn't hesitate. One quick upward thrust and my blade found his heart. He gasped hoarsely as his pierced heart spilled blood out into his chest and he lost consciousness. He stumbled forward and landed with a solid thud on the floor and lay still.

I turned back toward the door as Jerry entered the room.

"Enjoyed that a bit, huh?" he smiled, pointing to the exaggerated bulge in my jeans.

"He wasn't bad looking. Too bad he was here working for Vito.  We might have hit it off."

"He obviously didn't know who you were.  He should have paid more attention." Jerry said pointing to a piece of paper on the table, partially folded in thirds.  Picking it up I saw my smiling face grinning back at me and the words "Two Million Dollar Bounty" across the top.

Wiping the blade clean across the guy's snug jeans butt, I headed for the door.

"Next one's mine." Jerry announced. "Can't let you have all the fun."

My mind raced through the warnings and suspicions about this unknown element in this whole war. A guy with no history, no traceable origin that claims to be an ex Marine, with all kinds of skills and a knack for killing some of the best killers on the streets... He has repeatedly demonstrated his skills and his determination to join himself to me, repeatedly coming to my rescue as he finds a threat, he warns me or takes care of it on his own.

He tried the next door.  It was unlocked. Opening the door wide, he reached inside and snapped on the light.  The guy laying on the bed in his underwear woke up with a start and quickly swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.  Still dazed by the bright light, he probably couldn't see who was in his doorway when Jerry threw his knife. 

"Unhhh!" The solid thump and the quick grunt were followed by him stumbling backwards until he fell over the bed and almost off the back side onto the floor.

"Nice throw." I commented as we entered the room. Jerry checked for a pulse while I admired the full package now prominently displayed in his sprawl over the bed.

Giving the firm bulge an exploratory squeeze, I was impressed at the size and firmness.

"Quite the stud." Dave commented, giving the bulge his own test squeeze.

"Who was he?" Chet asked.

Finding his wallet on the dresser, I opened it up and pulled out his license.

"Zack Wallace... Baltimore." I read.  "That's a new one."

"Just two more rooms on this floor." Chet observed.  Must be Giorgio and his boys are up on the third floor."

"Makes sense," Jerry answered. Safest place to be.  The most people to go through to get to them." 

"These guys were supposed to be bodyguards but I don't think that they expected anyone would be able to get in as easy as we did." I suggested. "We really managed to take them off guard."

"Let's finish these last two rooms."

I readied my gun.  Trying the doorknob I found it unlocked.  Quickly throwing the door back I snapped on the light and raised my gun.

"Whoa there!" I stopped with the trigger about half way pulled. Carefully releasing the trigger I hurried into the room and to the figure tied and gagged on the bed.

"Dorner!" I said as I hurriedly drew my knife and started cutting away at the ropes. Carefully peeling the tape  from his mouth and reaching  in to help pull the large ball of tape that they had shoved in his mouth, I helped him sit up on the side of the bed.

He was covered with cuts and bruises. His right knee was badly swollen from being bashed with a baton and his back had deep cuts and welts.

"Those bastards were knocking the shit out of me trying to find out anything they could about you." he coughed and spit up several gobs of coagulated blood. "I didn't tell them anything Kyle. They want your head.  Vito wants you alive so he can kill you himself."

"Yeah, I heard." I answered.

"Listen Kyle, they were talking between themselves while they thought I was unconscious... Vito has a trap set up for you.  He says that if it works that you will willingly walk right onto his hands."

"Thanks, I'll be careful.  I promise." I answered.

"Hey man. Hang in there and we'll get you to the hospital." I said. "We have to finish sweeping through this place. Can you hold on for a few more minutes?"

"If you're going to kill that son-of-a-bitch and his fucking bastard sons, I want to help!"

He was emphatic about it but I convinced him to wait for us in the car. He was too weak to move fast and pretty shaky on his feet.

"Let Chet help you downstairs while we finish up in here. He can get you to the car and then to the hospital." I helped him to his feet. "Chet, get him downstairs and in the car. We'll finish up here and be down as soon as we can."

"Sure thing boss...  Be careful up here."

"Count on it." I answered.

"No, seriously," he nodded toward Jerry as Jerry was leaving the room, "Be careful."

I patted him on the shoulder and he started the trip down the stairs with his unsteady charge in tow.

"Last room on this floor." I said. Lets go.

Heading for the last door at the end of the hall, I again readied my gun.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Just a second." the voice inside said.

A click and the door started to open.

"What?" he said as he looked into the bright light of the hallway.

I delivered a hard punch to the guy's solar plexus and he folded up and dropped to the floor.

I took aim and delivered one shot to his back.  I saw blood splatter out from his chest, painting the carpeting with pieces of heart and bone mixed with an abundance of blood.

He slowly wilted down as his stiff muscles gave way to the limpness of fresh death. His naked body lay in a pathetic heap on the floor, never to move again.

Not quite sure what made it happen, maybe a trip to the bathroom, but I heard footsteps coming down the stairs from the third floor. It was Andre, Giorgio's long time personal bodyguard.

I fired.  The first shot hit low in his gut - left of his bellybutton. He crouched with the pain and lost his balance, falling down the remaining steps.grabbing at the handrail he turned over onto his back and slid toward the bottom step.  He arrived at the bottom at the same time I did.  I pointed my gun at his chest as he cringed, waiting for the kill shot.

*Peyuup*

His body jerked with the impact. A slight bloody spray puffed from his nose and mouth and his eyes clenched tightly shut as the final burst of pain jarred his nervous system at the moment of death. The shot brought the smell of gunpowder and burnt hair to the room.  A small curl of smoke still wafted up from the hole in his chest as his tight muscles relaxed for the last time.

No weapon. Checking the body for any clues showed no weapon, no ID. He must have wandered downstairs for a drink of water or a trip to the bathroom. Other than his bathrobe, his underwear, a watch and a small gold bracelet, there was nothing. Andre must have been confident of his safety. His fatal mistake.

I gathered up my bow and ordered everyone "No guns, silenced or otherwise... Arrows or knives only.  The party boys had only gotten home a short time ago and were likely to still be wide awake.  Other than the sound of the air conditioning, there will be very little to mask any noise we might make. There were five rooms upstairs. One of the rooms would have been the now-dead bodyguard's room, unless, of course, the "bodyguard" wasn't really that at all but somebody's sex partner for the night... That would explain the total lack of weapons on his body. I knew that the room at the end of the hall was the master bedroom and Giorgio would be in there. Hopefully none of them will have any company in their rooms.  "If they do, don't hesitate to kill  their company on sight.  Male or female, assume the worst and don't give them the chance to kill you."

At the top of the steps Dave readied his mini crossbow as we prepared to open the first door.  I carefully turned the knob, turned to Dave and nodded as I pushed the door wide.

The guy in the room was laying back on his bed, fully dressed and sat bolt upright at the sound of the door being opened.

*Click*  *Thunk* "Uhhhh!"

It was the real bodyguard, Scott Garner.  He grabbed at his chest as the searing pain shot through his being.  He moaned softly as his life fled away and he promptly fell back on the bed in the same position that he had been in when we disturbed his nap and replaced it with a more permanent rest.

I couldn't help thinking how sexy he looked laying on that bed with that bolt standing proudly out of his chest.  What a hot way to go...

I listened at the next door and heard something I was hoping for... snoring.  Whoever was in there was sound asleep and not likely to cause any problems. 

"I know these people and they know me. Maybe it's best if I'm the one to kill them." I said. "Besides, this is personal."

"Be my guest" Jerry said, "Just be careful."

I quietly opened the door and slipped inside.  There sprawled out on the bed was Giorgio's youngest son Steven.  Twenty four years old and a handsome specimen of manhood but unfortunately smelled strongly of whiskey and absolutely helpless. If he was awake he would be at my throat but this way would be quick and merciful compared to anything else.

The thrust was quick and solid. The knife slammed down through his chest and slammed into his backbone with a gritty crunch.  Steven's last breath became a loud snort but he did not react, did not wake up, he did not move. He simply stopped breathing. Such a shame to end his young life like this but thanks to his father and uncle, he was condemned to death either by me or someone trying to stop the family's murderous practices.

Drugs and guns bring their own rewards and they seldom end well.

The next room had the sounds of a television playing softly coming through the closed door. The smell of cigar smoke seeped through the cracks and let me know that whoever was inside was probably wide awake and likely to be quick to respond to anyone coming into the room.  

No time to waste.  I nodded to Jerry who grabbed the doorknob and pushed it wide open.

I spotted my target standing by the bed and fired. 

The shaft fond it's mark, although it was a little low.  The growling groan that escaped from his throat demanded quick action.  I rushed into the room and knocked him back onto his bed, cupping my hand over his mouth to silence any possible cries for help.  He struggled against my hand and tried to grab at my throat but the arrow had done it's work and he was rapidly bleeding to death internally as each beat of his heart pumped most of his blood flow out into his abdominal cavity. He started shivering as a chill started to wash over him and his struggle grew rapidly weaker. Soon he was panting, gasping for air before a strong convulsive reflex arched his back in a death spasm and he collapsed across the bed, his muscles still rigid but no longer guided by any sign of life in the ruined body.

"That was Benjamin, Giorgio's oldest." I announced.

"The last room before the master bedroom must have Anthony - 'Tony.'"  I said. "He's just a year younger than Ben was."  I listened at the door and couldn't hear anything. There was a light on inside so he might be awake, he might be passed out like his younger brother. I couldn't tell.

"Go ahead, open it." I nodded to Jerry as I readied another arrow.

He pushed the door open and I stepped inside. Young Tony was lying on the bed fully clothed 

*Fwip* Thud* "Unhhh!!"

The arrow went completely through and embedded itself in the mattress, nailing him to the bed. He looked up at me and tried to speak but couldn't quite get the strength. He shuddered with agonizing pain as his life ebbed away and I honestly felt a little sorry for him.
There's a joke! A hit man with a conscience. Cold blooded killer for hire feeling sorry for his victims.  "That shit will get you killed." The words Frank and I used on each other many times echoed in my mind.  Still I felt bad that they had to die for the sins of their father. It was finally time that I fixed their problem, even if it is to late to save them.


"Let's finish this shit with this bastard." I said, covering Tony's face with a pillowcase.

I dropped my bow, peeled off the quiver and dropped it to the floor. Pulling out the knife that I removed from officer Porter's neck, I readied myself for Giorgio.  He was going to be very upset with me in a very short time.

Trying the door at the end of the hall I found it locked.  There was no place to slip a credit card in by the striker plate.

"I can get that." Jerry said, pulling a lockpick set out of his pocket.

I stepped back while Jerry knelt down and in a few seconds he stood up and quietly turned the knob, which silently opened the heavy oak door revealing the leader of the Chicago branch of Vito's growing empire, sleeping soundly in what was about to become his deathbed.

I hurried across the floor and jumped up on the bed, landing with my knees on either side of his abdomen.  He jerked awake but found himself weighted down and when he spotted the knife, he stopped his futile struggle.

"Carver, you fucking bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are coming here like this.  My boys will cut your faggoty ass to ribbons. You'll never leave this house alive."

"I don't think I have very much to worry about here Giorgio, they are all dead." I said.

The shocked look on his face was something I had hoped for.  This bastard was responsible for so much death, both here and in Chicago. He was at least partly responsible for turning Vito against Tony and convincing him that going legit was a fool's errand and the real money was in the drugs and guns.

"My boys?" Giorgio asked with a shaky voice.

"They are all three safely tucked away in their beds down the hall." I said with the best smile I could manage. "Sleeping like three rotting corpses."

"Nooooo!" he yelled, a lot louder than I was quite ready for. "Noooo! Not my boys...Nooo!" "You fucker! I'll kill you myself"

"I hardly think so.  Don't blame anybody else for their deaths.  You killed them just as surely as if you had cut their hearts out with your own hands.  Just how long did you expect them to live with the cutthroats you surrounded them with? Illegal gun runners, drugs, hit squads... You killed your boys by your heartless treatment of innocent people that had the misfortune of falling into your damage area. How many have died because of a bad load of drugs? How many died because of guns you put in the hands  of street gangs?"

"You going to kill me with that knife or preach me to death?" He snarled, struggling to get his hands free from under my knees. I heard the sound of guns being cocked as Jerry and Dave made it clear that any bad move would result in a hail of bullets.

"Recognize  this knife?"  I asked him.

"It's a fucking knife.  What about it?" he snarled.

"You broke the code. I pulled this out of Officer Dan Porter - a cop!  You know the rules, NO COPS, NO INNOCENTS! If they ain't in the game, they ain't targets. You start killing cops and you bring the full weight of law enforcement down on our heads. Dan porter is dead downstairs and Augie Blake is dead in his car out on the street."

"I had nothing to do with that."

"Bullshit!" I barked back.  They were both stabbed the same way, one well placed stab to the neck."

"The neck?" he repeated. "Then it was Hoyle. That's his specialty. You should know that ."

I not only should have, I did remember.  I remembered Hoyle from a few years back when he was still in town.  He tried to get me to use his technique to kill.  He said "The nerves in the neck are particularly susceptible to pain and when you stab through the side and sever the artery, there is a sudden searing pain that causes the system to go into immediate shock, the victim is unable to speak and frozen in place as his heart pumps the body dry, causing a silent and excruciating death."  Sick bastard.

"I'll remember that." I said. "I think we are done here."

"Done?" he asked, looking up at my face.

"You don't think I'm here to admire your fit looking old body do you?  I intend to end this for you right here and right now." 

"Go ahead, fucker.  You're still a dead man.  Vito will have his way with you. You'll never see it coming."

"Then you will have a small advantage over me, won't you?  Watch this and you'll not only see it coming but you will feel every inch of this blade as it becomes the key to the gate of hell.  Allow me!"

I slowly and deliberately pressed the knife blade into his chest as he squirmed and struggled.  I watched his eyes flash wide as the blade grated trough his ribcage and continued on to his heart. A sudden gasp let me know that it had arrived and was pressing hard against the tough membrane around the tireless muscle. I could feel the throbbing resistance as I continued to press until suddenly the blade broke through and ripped out through the backside of his heart and he suddenly relaxed from his struggle.

Giorgio looked quite peaceful now - if you ignore the trickle of blood running down his chin and the large knife in his chest... He was now with his sons - forever.

I became aware of something else... A firm bulge had grown up under my ass and his stiff cock was pressing against the ass of my pants, which gave the guys quite a laugh - at my expense.

"Let's get the hell out of here." I said, heading for the door. "Let's get Porter's body outside. I've had it with this place."

I got on my phone and called Henry.

"Porter's dead. So is Augie Blake. Hoyle is back in town and he killed them both. I aim to get that bastard and give him a taste of his own medicine."

Henry was real quiet. "You know what this means." He finally said.

"Yeah, I know. The whole thing is going to blow up in all our faces." I paused, thinking.

"What if we try to make this look like an unrelated killing?" 

"That will be hard to do." he said.

"Not if the evidence in Vinnie's place doesn't point anywhere.  I got Porter's body out of the house and I'm going to burn this place to the ground."

"Go for it." He said.  I'll try to take care of our guy's bodies from here.

I gave the guys orders to go inside, turn on the gas burners in the sauna and kitchen, soak the rooms with gasoline and get ready.

Henry arrived with a couple of his men to take care of his fallen comrades and watched as I struck the match that initially blew out all of the windows in the place. Within moments the whole house was an inferno. There would be little left to identify inside and one of the nests of crap in the city would be gone for good.

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Miscellaneous Mayhem - Part 6

Miscellaneous Mayhem - Part 6 
 This is a collection of images of death where the entire story is told with a single image or maybe just a few. No specific theme, no specific weapon.
Hope you enjoy!

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Beach Duel

The battle was not going well. We had been down in the sand, up again, gurgling and spitting saltwater in the surf and we were both getting tired. I had wounded Davis, first a small cut on his forehead then  a good stab under his right arm which slowed him down a bit but then he rammed his blade in my side, setting my insides on fire. He twisted the blade and I had to let out a clenched teeth groan as I struggled against the pain.

A good fist to his mouth stunned him and knocked him off guard just long enough for him to pull his blade back in defense and giving me the adrenaline rush I needed.

Thrusting my blade to the hilt in his unprotected gut I staggered back and waited. He grunted and bent over with the pain. Standing up straight, he looked me in the eyes and grabbed at the handle of my knife and pulled.

Stopping with a sudden change of expression on his face, Davis grabbed at theknife blade in a vain effort to stanch the sudden eruption of blood from around the knife blade.

Holding the blade he looked up into my face again with the unmistakable look of one who knlws that he is about to die. Not saying anything, Davis watched me with his knife ready to strike out at me if I moved toward him. He was standing firm and tall but his shoulders started to hunch over slowly but very definately. His determined and defiant glare turned to a more inquisitive stare as he watched me intently. At the same time the color began to drain from his reddened face and a pallor from his impending death became more pronounced.

Weaving around on his feet, Davis was almost at the end of his final struggle. I waited even though I was starting to weaken from my own wound. 

"Time to end this" I said, startling him with my sudden declaration. 

Grabbing the handle of my knife, still part way in his bleeding gut, I shoved it in again, slamming the hilt into the open wound and slicing his fingers that tightened defensively around the blade.

At last I yanked the blade away and was rewarded with a thick gush of thick, dark blood that emerged from the hole.  His weakened body stiffened, his mouth opened with a silent scream and he toppled over, face first in the sand at my feet.

Bending down over his prone body. Grabbed his hair with my left hand, pulling his head upward and partly lifting his body up from the sand.  One final slash of my blace across his throat, a short gurgling sound and a brief gush of fresh blood later and the battle was finally over. 

Now to get my wounds taken care of...

Rowboat Kill - Put yourself in this story...

More exciting than you could ever have imagined. Having lured George out to the secluded lake for a "fishing" weekend, then getting him out in the boat with the porn mags you shared laughs and jokes about the pics then suggested that he join you skinny dipping. George obligingly peeled of his teeshirt and then his shorts. Sure enough, he had a hard cock hiding there and didn't seem to be too embarrassed to let you see it. You offered him your own stiff member for a blowjob, which he surprisingly took, without question.

Now he was starting to get fidgety, nervous, acting like something was suddenly wrong. Your balls ached, needing to be satisfied, he was perfect but now changing his mind. HELL NO!

The look on his face was priceless as you rammed your knife into his gut. Nowhere to go but into the lake, he tried desperately to fight but you soon had him. He lay there panting as you stroked his quivering body. spreading his blood around on him and on you. Using your bloody hand you stroked his cock hard and firm then sucked him off. His blood was delicious his cum sweet. As he reached orgasm, his fitful breathing stopped.

Finally jacking off with his blood all over your own hand, cock and balls, you realize that something really does transfer from the dying to their killer. Slowly, you pull the knife from his beautiful body, wiping the blood on your arms, legs chest and yes, your cock and balls again. With some sadness you let him slip over the edge of the boat to disappear under the dark surface. You lay for a long time in the late afternoon sun savoring the sensation of the drying blood tightening on your skin, the relaxing sound of the birds and crickets. You love it all. You realize that you have today become a vampire.

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Parting of the Ways
Expecting to have a night of passion and sweet companionship, Joel began to strip off his uniform a little at a time, teasing him to arousal and a playful romp of fantasy play.
"I'm being transferred out."
The announcement came with the weight of an M1 Abrams tank. Joel stood there in stunned disbelief.
"When?" He finally managed to ask.
"Tomorrow." Scot was almost in tears. "Orders came in this morning. I leave at 0900 tomorrow."
"I'll put in for a transfer too." Joel suggested.
"You know that won't happen." Scott answered. "You've got two years to go and I have another year and a half. By that time, - Who knows?"
"No! I can't do that. I won't be seperated from you." Joel was desperate. "I won't let that happen."
"We don't have a choice, Joel. I have orders and you are locked in here for another six months and then they will ship you off to wherever the hell they want you - just like they are doing to me."
Joel snuggled up tight to Scot's firm, smooth chest.  He savored the manly scent of his lover, listened to the softly beating heart inside that manly chest and felt the loving fingers caressing his closely cropped hair.
"If I can't be with you then I don't want to live at all." Joel announced. "I want to die. Right now. Get your knife, that beauty that we play with. Use it. Right here." He pointed to the spot under his left pec. "Run it in here and up into my heart. We have played it so much, this time do it for real."
"Are you sure?" Scot asked. "I don't want to lose you. What will I do?"
"You will find someone soon. Look at you! Any guy would die to have you." Joel urged.
"But I don't want someone else." Scot countered.
"Lets do it." Joel pleaded, groping at Scot's bulging basket. "Let me have you one last time."
Scott gave in to the lure of a hot roll in the hay with his special lover and soon they were having their last time together in the narrow bunk hidden in the back room of the storehouse.
Getting dressed again, they headed outside and under the camo tarp behind the buildings.
"Here." Joel said, handing the curved fantasy dagger to Scott. "Just let me die in your arms."
Scott took the long bladed weapon in his hand. "Joel, I love you."

"I'll always lov- Uh!" His answer forever cut short as the cold blade sliced it's way through skin muscle heart and lungs.  Joel turned to look one last time at his devoted lover. Their lips met in one final passionate kiss that was interrupted with a short cough. Blood ran down Joel's quivering jaw as Scott kissed his dying lover's forehead just as Joel collapsed in his arms.
Gently lowering his life's partner to the ground, Scot slid the blade out of his lover's still heart. Looking intently at the blood that coated the blade, now warm with heat from Joel's lifeless body, tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto the bloody blade.
Taking one deep breath, Scot turned the knife around, held the point against his own sobbing chest and pulled with all the might he could muster.
The sound of steel scraping on bone and a sharp gasp of pain, followed by the dull thud as his body fell beside his  lover on the hard dirt floor.  Joel and Scott, now together forever, left all of their troubles behind.

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Stomach Stab
 Will stood defiantly staring into Jack's steely blue eyes.
"I said get the fuck out of my face!" Jack snarled as he turned to leave the room. Will grabbed Jack's arm and turned him around to face him again.  Holding onto his arms he kept pushing him backwards.
"I don't want to get out of your face. I like being in your face. Anything to piss you off. I love to piss you off." Will kept walking toward Jack, getting his nose within an inch of his. "Are you pissed? Are you pissed yet?"
"Stop it Dammit! Get the fuck out of my face. I'll kill you! Get back now!"
"Oh, scare me! You kill ME? You fairy assed, big mouthed prick. Kill me? Fuck, you couldn't even touch me." Will leaned into Jack's sweaty red face until his nose touched Jack's nose. "You're nothing but a big mouth.  All talk and no..."
Will's tirade stopped abruptly. The look of confusion on his face said all that needed to be told. No more taunting, no more screaming. The bravado stopped as the searing pain erupted deep within Will's gut as the blade tore through his stomach.
Gasping one quick gulp of air, Will fought for the realization of reality to set in.
"He stabbed me!"
Frozen in place, Will felt the powerful wrenching spasm building inside him as his tortured gut tried to expel the deadly invader in his body.
"You bastard! You.... Eeeeaaaaagghh!"

Unable to hold it back, Will shuddered as his body convulsed and the bloody contents of his stomach poured out and the blade, still deep inside his gut savagely carved it's way through his organs as he violently heaved.
"You fuckin' prick! You stabbed me!" He grabbed at the handle of the knife as he slowly dropped to his knees.
"Call 911. Help me you asshole!"
"You just don't have a clue, do you?" Jack snarled. "I'll help you."
Jack grabbed the knife and ripped it out with a quick yank.
"Yeahhhh!" Will screamed. "I'll kill you for this, asshole.  Help me!"
"I'll help you..." Jack said, grabbing Will's thick mop of hair and moving around behind him. Placing his knees behind Will's back he pulled his head back exposing Will's throat.
"I'll help you to shut the fuck up!"
With one hard slash across the exposed throat, Jack cut all the way to Will's spine. Will started a scream that ended in a hideous gurgle and a crimson gusher. His eyes flashed wide and his mouth opened to finish the scream that was now drowning in blood. His hands reached for his throat but they went limp with the rest of his body, falling uselessly to his sides.
Throwing the shock of hair forward, Jack tossed the limp body forward to fall in the pool of blood on the hardwood floor at his feet.
"All talk and no action?    -  - Not this time."

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Night Kill
I awoke last night as Neilus crawled out of the tent. Not all that unusual a thing, I just assumed he was going out to relieve himself or perhaps to get some water. I did think he was gone for a little longer than usual but I fell asleep, unconcerned.  This morning I woke to the clatter of armor as some of the men began to gather up their things before the march back to the barracks.
Neilus was not on his mat and I had not felt him crawl past me before the sounds outside woke me up.  Now I was a little concerned.
Gathering my things together, I reported to my superiors that I was going to see where he went and with their grinning permission, I set off. I knew what the grins were about because they knew that we were in love.  We spent all the time we could together, including sharing our tent.
I walked over the small hill where most guys chose to relieve themselves but other than the ones there at the moment, squatting over the soft sand, Neilus was not to be found.
I needed to refill my water jug so I headed toward the stream. Stepping over the low ridge, I spotted Neilus.

   

His own sword had been driven upward through his heart. No sign of his attacker and no other sign of a struggle. Only the cold, unmoving body of my precious and loving partner.

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One Night Stand
Expecting a quick one-nighter while away from home on business, Leo invited Edward back to his hotel room for a couple of beers and some fun. Only after getting groggy from the single beer did he realize he has been drugged.
Waking up tied to the bed and stripped to his underwear, Leo found himself trying to focus on the blurry figure standing at the foot of the bed. Edward was stripped to his underwear too, as far as he could tell in the dim light and was watching him as he slowly regained his senses.
"What happened? What did you do to me?" Leo asked. "You drugged me."
"Yes I did." Edward admitted. "By the way, that's one sweet ass you have there. Nice and tight even when you were out cold."
"You fucked me while I was out? You bastard! How could you do that to me?"
"Easy there stud.  You lured me up here so we could have some fun, so - I had some fun." Edward held up a small blister pack and rattled the pills inside. "A couple of these in your beer and zap! You're all mine."
Feeling the soreness from his encounter with Edward's fat cock he began to get anxious about being tied up with this unpredictable stranger in his bedroom.
"Ok, you had your fun. How about you untie me and give me a turn at your ass?" Leo asked, hoping to at least get free of his bonds.
"Oh I still have plans for you." Edward said, tossing the packet of pills aside. "I see that cock of yours is getting hungry for action."
"What do you think? You got your jollies, it's my turn now." He tugged at the ropes but was unable to pull free.
"Never played any kind of bondage before?" Edward asked, sitting down on the bed. "It can be a big turn on."
Edward began rubbing and massaging Leo's boxer clad crotch, gently stroking the hidden treasure inside the confines of the snug cloth.
"Ooooh. That's better." Leo cooed as his cock strained against is shorts. "This could be fun after all." Leo started to relax as Edward drew him into the idea of the whole vulnerability of being completely at the mercy of his captor.
Edward stopped his tease.
"Whoa! Don't stop now." Leo breathed softly, trying to not ruin the mood.
"You know what really turns me on with this whole bondage thing?" Edward asked, getting up from the bed.
"What's that?" Leo asked as Edward walked to the chair where he had piled his clothes. Moving his clothes he revealed something long and black laying across the chair. Picking up the dark stick he held one end and slowly slid the scabbard away revealing a long curved katana.
Leo's eyes locked on the long, shiny blade as Edward moved it through the air, slicing hacking and stabbing an imaginary opponent with beautifully practiced moves.
"Imagine how my foe will feel having my sword rammed through his gut! One swift thrust and the end of his life is just moments away." He paused. "I see this is a turn-on to you too." he said, taking his sword and gently tapping Leo's straining cock still inside his underwear. "I thought you might like this part."
Feeling a little afraid but very excited and horny, Leo watched Edward's performance. Edward paused to watch the straining cock in Leo's shorts.
"Here, See if this helps." He said, slipping off his own briefs and tossing them aside.
For several minutes Edward danced around the bed, swinging his sword, thrusting and slashing through the air while Leo watched, more intently than he had ever watched anyone before. Fascinated with the fluid movement of his playful captor along with the progressively erect cock that bounced between his thighs at first but soon stood tall, proud and rigid, he began to relax and enjoy the show.
"I love this." Leo said as he gyrated his hips with the rhythmic moves of Edward's deadly and seductive dance. "This is fantastic!"
"It gets better."Edward answered. His skin was beginning to glisten with sweat in the dim lamp light. "I'm almost there. Do you like a good blowjob?"
"Doesn't everybody?" Leo answered, his cock responding by increasing it's strain against the confining underwear. "This makes the whole drugged out thing worth it. I just wish you had said something to me about it first."
"Would you have let me if I did?" Edward asked.
"Probably not." Leo admitted.
"Sometimes the surprise makes the whole thing so much better." He was still dancing around the room with his long sword and stiff cock slicing through the air with erotic precision. "I have another thing planned for you that I doubt you would agree to if I ask you ahead of time but it will be the most fantastic thing you have ever felt in your entire life."
"It had better be pretty soon or else I am going to cum in my shorts without you!" Leo answered, also starting to break out in a sweat with the powerful stimulation and anticipation he was feeling.
"Don't worry, my friend." Edward said, moving to the foot of the bed. "This show has a killer finish!"
Without warning, Edward stopped, pointing the blade at Leo's muscular abs. Taking careful aim at the deep, sexy furrow between the mounds of muscle on his well defined abdomen.  Leo shuddered with anticipation as the sharp blade gently touched his skin.
"Ooohh! God that's HOT!" Leo moaned as the thrill and delight rippled through his body.
"That's just the start of it." Edward answered. Placing his knee on the bed between Leo's splayed legs, he leaned in toward Leo's helpless body and with a single gliding thrust, pushed the blade through skin, muscle and intestine as it cut a path upward toward Leo's violently pounding heart.
"Aaaaaghhh!"

Leo's body tensed. His muscles tightened as he strained against the ropes that held his hands and feet and he shuddered as the razor sharp blade carved it's way through his body. Edward quickly moved to the side of the bed pulled Leo's underwear down allowing his stiff cock to spring up, free at last.

Taking the rock hard shaft in his hand he guided it between his waiting lips.

Leo shuddered with pain as the heavy blade pressed against his wound and moved as the bed rocked under the weight and movement of Edward's body climbing on the mattress but Leo's cock responded immediately to the attention.  In seconds the wave of energy that emanated from deep inside Leo's loins was building to a tremendous climax.  Leo shuddered with both fear and anticipation as he neared the inevitable eruption.

 "Yeaaaaaaaa - Uhhh -Ungh!"

Leo's body contorted with uncontrollable spasms as his muscles wrenched his body first backward, arching his back up off the mattress and thrusting his cum shooting cock deep into Edward's waiting throat. Next, the spasm turned to a contraction, yanking the shooting cock from Edward's mouth and slamming Leo's back onto the mattress and wrenching the sword through flesh and ripping the wound wide as Edward barely escaped having the razor sharp blade come down on the back of his neck.

Standing back, Edward watched as Leo's contorting body jerked and heaved on the bed, the long blade cutting through his body with every move, his still stiff cock still erupting with a geyser of semen that sprinkled the bed with pearlescent droplets of seed that stood out in stark contrast on the dark blue sheets.

In a few minutes it was all over and Leo lay unmoving on the bed.  No muscle twitched or reacted in any way as Edward pulled the slender blade from the gaping hole in his gut. The soft flesh, now glistening with blood, his erect penis began to slowly wilt and gently lay down in the bloody stream and the straining muscles on his arms, legs, chest and abdomen unknotted and relaxed until the handsome corpse looked like he was sleeping peacefully - except for the blood and that gaping hole in his gut.

"Thanks for everything." Edward whispered as he passionately kissed the silent lips for the last time...

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Escape or Die

It had been several months since his capture and imprisonment. He had met the twins at a bar and thought a quick one-nighter with the handsome blond twosome would be fun. First he rode with them to a motel where they gave him a wild and wonderful time.  Insisting on having him stay for the night, they gave him some wine before bed which proved to be drugged and when he awoke he was here. Wherever "here" was.
Stripped naked and constantly used as a sex toy by the twin brothers who identified themselves as Cain and Abel, Rob had decided that death was the only way out. If it had to be his own death, then so be it. Rob had been given freedom to move around inside the building but had not been allowed to leave, or even see outside to even get an idea of where he might be.

Left alone for hours at a time, he was pretty much allowed to do as he pleased. There was a treadmill and a workout machine in a room with a huge mirror on one wall and a tanning booth against the other. There were video players, lots of movies - mostly gay porn flicks - and a wide variety of music files on his personal MP3 player.

No radio, no television, no clocks, no way to tell day from night.

He had free reign of 5 rooms but there were three rooms that were locked. Occasionally one of the twins would get up and go to one of the locked rooms and go inside briefly and return but he was not allowed to go near the open doors.

He had searched in vain for anything that could be used to escape.  The walls were poured concrete, No windows. The doors were made of steel and although they were made to look like wood, they were heavy and unmoving if locked. The door to the outside opened up to a small entrance room, about 6 feet square and the twins never allowed the outer door to be open while the inner door was open. The inside door was opened by a key pad and the outer had a key lock and a deadbolt lock. He has figured out the keypad code a couple of months ago but without the key to the outside lock he was still locked in.  All of his eating utensils were plastic and there were no metal spoons, forks or knives.  Nothing to be used as a weapon or a tool to make an escape.

All the comforts of home, if home is a prison.

The routine was usually the same.  From the regularity of it Rob had estimated the time of day but beyond that he was at a loss to be able to tell much.  He would awaken, shower, fix himself some prepackaged food that could be microwaved or toasted for breakfast. Lunch was usually canned soup or a sandwich. He had a coffee maker but didn't use it often. After several hours he would hear the doors outside opening and soon the twins would come in with their hot evening meal. 

The food was good, sometimes prepared by unknown persons, possibly the twins, sometimes restaurant food.

They would set the table and wait on him like royalty and sit down with him to enjoy the meal with him. There was always conversation. The topic usually started out with how Rob spent his day, what movies he watched or music he listened to, what he had to eat.

The twins had always been together at almost all times, seldom separated by more than a few feet they were leashed together by their mutual need for each other. They always seemed genuinely concerned for Rob and often came up with things he asked for whether it be a specific movie or some food or whatever they could do to make his imprisonment and slavery a little more tolerable. They seemed more worried about Rob's happiness and contentment and couldn't seem to understand that he could never be happy as long as he was a prisoner. When Rob tried to convince them that what they were doing was wrong, they just seemed to brush it aside and could not understand why he was not happy with being their personal love slave. - It was a privilege, after all...
They would always pour out glasses of wine and talk in soothing and gentle tones. Try to soothe and coddle him, telling him how much they loved him and wanted to protect him. Finally the conversations would end and the twins would begin to strip off their clothes and start stroking, rubbing and kissing Rob's naked body. Eventually they would take turns sodomizing him, often stroking him or performing oral sex on him. Eventually they would lay beside him for a time until one of them would get up, run into the shower, soon to be followed by the other, some hushed conversation  and then they would quickly get dressed and leave.

Many times while the twins were showering their clothes would lay where they had dropped them but they almost never stayed in the shower together long enough to search through them or get anything done. Today was different. Today the twins went into the shower together. That hopefully meant that they would be gone for a while and as soon as Rob heard the water running, he bolted for the clothes and almost immediately found a set of keys. Bolting for the hallway he quickly tried the keys in the nearest door.

Inside he found a variety of furniture, table, chairs and some shelves.

Hurrying to the next room he found stacks of bedding, blankets, towels and soaps, toilet paper and a few rolls of paper towels. Hanging on a hook on the wall he found his clothes that he had worn the night he was captured, all nicely dry cleaned covered with protective plastic.

The third room had a variety of quick-fix foods, Soups and a few pots and pans. Ceramic and glass tableware and...

Jackpot!

In a box under some pots in the back he found a beautiful, gleaming, long bladed butcher knife!

Rob's heart started pounding. It was going to be now or never. Cain and Abel would be coming out of the shower in no time at all and he was going to have to strike when they did.

The sound of running water subsided. He heard the giggles and laughter that often accompanied the twins as they playfully poked and tickled each other just out of sight in the bathroom. The sound of bare feet padding on the tile floor let him know that the time had come.
Flattened against the wall by the door, Rob waited until the first of the twins stepped onto the room and immediately grabbed his captor around the neck and held the point of the blade against the underside of his jaw.
"Stop right there or he dies!" Rob yelled.
Cain's eyes narrowed as he stared at Rob. "What do you think you are going to do?" he asked. "You're locked in here and even if you kill us you'll never escape without the lock code. I won't tell you, Abel won't. We both know you'll go to the cops if you get out. You stay here and you live.  Kill us and you die here alone."
"I'd just as soon die here after watching your corpses rot away on the floor." Rob growled. "Give me the combination, he lives and I let you go. You can run before the cops start looking for you. Otherwise he dies first then I come after you."
"Cain, give him the combination. He's going to kill me!" Abel whimpered.
"Shut up bitch!" Cain barked. "He's not killing anybody,  He needs us alive to get out of here."
"I already told you," Rob snarled, "If you let me go, you can run first. I can't live this way and if I can't get free, I would rather die. I have nothing to lose but if I go, I'm taking you with me."
Pushing the knife upward the point pressed painfully into Abel's tender jaw releasing a trickle of blood that ran down the blade to Rob's hand.
"Auuuuggh!" Abel cried as he stretched upwards on his toes trying to get high enough to avoid the blade. "Cain!  Help!  He's gonna kill me!"
"Kill him!" Cain snarled. "You'll still have to go through me to get the hell out of here."
"As you wish." Rob answered. "Abel, this is from your brother."
"No! Ahhh! No!! Yeugggghh!"

Abel strained against the blade as it tore up through his jaw, sliced through his tongue and split the bone in the top of his mouth. He gasped a deep breath of air mixed with blood as the tip of the blade entered his brain, he shuddered, stiffened and went limp.
Yanking the blade from Abel's jaw, Abel jerked backward and fell like a rag doll on the floor. His eyes wide, mouth contorted with a grimace of pain and his back arched in a twisted death spasm with his right hand frozen in a futile grasp at his skewered chin.
Cain stood staring at his brother's contorted body as the reality of Abel's death began to sink in. He started to feel the sting of tears welling up from somewhere deep inside. His face began to heat up as the telltale flush of rage signaled that something was about to explode inside.

Cain turned his gaze toward Rob, his eyes narrowed, he took a quick, sharp breath and launched himself toward Rob, fully intent on ripping his throat wide open and tearing his heart out of his chest with his bare hands.

Rob was ready.

The plaintive whimper that escaped Cain's mouth was followed by the thud of his body falling to the floor and the involuntary grunt as the knife handle slammed against the floor and his body contorted with the pain of being impaled on the vicious blade. His pain didn't last long however and soon his final muscle twitches were all that remained of the life that was driven so abruptly from the last of the twins. A pool of dark red began spreading out as the blood in his heart drained out through the gaping hole in his chest.

Rob showered, washing the blood and stench of his captors away, got dressed and found the sets of keys that the twins were carrying. Punching in the keycode that unlocked the inner door he stood for a long time staring at the lock before finally turning the key and hearing the soft click of the lock sliding back.  It was finally over.

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