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"Get me some Opple Sider.." Kert said, looking around. "And you best not spread the word to the sheriff that i'm here, you understand? Or we may have a, situation, on our hands. got that?" he finished.
As he waited for the man's reply, he slammed a couple moolah bucks onto the table.
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Mort clapped his hand on one of his outlaws back, almost smacking him down onto the ground.
"Goodjob, now that we got the place repaired, we should have no problem. Now git!" he said, and the outlaw ran off into the old building.
He wandered around a table with two of his "elite" outlaws, where on the map they had a scribbled drawing of the area, the town, and any other buildings that were near it. They had X's on buildings that they had already destroyed, and O's on buildings that were not destroyed yet. "Now, boys, ya'll now why I called the two of ya here, right?"
"Yes boss." They said in unison.
"Good then. So, whenever the time comes for the Raid, Your divisions will be ready then, i'm assuming?" They nodded again. "Alright then, get out of my office! Tell the guys to get a-trainin' for the next few days, but keep it quiet now." He commanded, and they nodded, running out. He looked out of his broken glass window as he saw the two elites ordering around the others.
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