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Carlos and I are good… well we’re better than we were by a mile and now here you are being very insulting and a bit racist honey,” Guy is being straight and defending us a little, thankfully his girl realizes she’s been a little over the top. “It wasn’t that bad,” now she’s calmer and a little more aware of her words. “Hey you thought bad about us and a few months back you’d be right, but please stop with the racist shit,” I ask her and she nods a little. “Yeah, who doesn’t like tapatio,” Hector jokes and there is a bit of a laugh with everyone. My crew relax and get back to having a good time while Guy and Syd get a lot closer and I give them some space for a while. The whole night winds on with Guy and Sydney hanging around my people and just relaxing. A few of them apologize for shit but he accepts it like it isn’t a thing anymore and after several hours he decides that he’s heading out and I get a real handshake from him before he gets in his car with Sydney and heads for home. I stick around with my people for a little bit longer and even share a drink with Smitty before heading home, looks like it’s a new day for everyone. Guy: Months ago in the desert And here is Gabriel completely pissed off and here he comes at me with a knife that I’m pretty sure would make the first one I was stabbed with jealous. I look calm as I’m holding sand in my hand but I’m a little freaked out right now but outside I must look calm, I hope I look calm. I hold out the sand to Gabriel who stops and stares at it for a second before smiling and taking another step towards me. I don’t hear it but I feel the wind blow past me from behind and now I know guano has become a reality. Gabriel’s face explodes as blood and brain matter fly out the back of what was his head. The other four are staring at me in disbelief and I look to the three who were on bikes and let more sand fall from my hand. Like a bolt, or three, out of nowhere the bikers are dropped and I turn my attention to Chucklez who is staring at me with an intensely afraid look. “Take the sand, I don’t need it anymore,” I hold out my hand to him and he scrambles to keep it from falling,” it’s you that needs to live Darren, no more following around the worst people because you feel like you don’t have anywhere else. I have a purpose for you, I need you to keep Jenna safe. No more Chucklez, you get to be Darren again and that means cleaning that crap off your face.” I am a little stern with him but I need to be, otherwise he could break me in half. Thankfully watching four of his people including his leader get dropped like bad habits has him listening to me, he looks at big cock the bodies for a moment and I point back to the city and nod. I don’t see any time wasted as he reenters the van and turns busty back around to head back. I am standing at the ends of the desert staring at the interstate when I hear a voice from behind me. “It took a bit to reposition, they didn’t stop as soon as you asked did they,” I hear my Dad ask. I turn and see my father who has been missing from my life for almost a decade save for the past visits this year in full desert camoflage and facepaint holding a scoped rifle with silencer. I shrug as another two in desert camouflage make their way up to us from a different area and the shorter of the two is first to speak. “Wouldn’t have to reposition if you were a better shot sir,” he says to my Dad who just shakes his head at him. “No I’m the one who calls the plan and you’re the one who makes the shots Nick,” Dad responds and hands off his rifle to the larger of the other two. “Sir we have clean up and exfil en route, we’ll be out in ten,” the one who took the rifle tells my Dad who nods. “You don’t need to call me sir Gerry, I just needed a couple people to help get my son through some nasty business,” Dad starts and Nick is fast to jump in. “So we call half the people in your old unit and then bring a few people from their current units and now you have more than a few sanctioned and not so sanctioned operators cleaning house Big Boobs on this… are they bikers,” Nick asks and I nod. “Yes and a whole lot worse. Just a bunch of sick people who couldn’t get one task right but then again they weren’t supposed to,” I state and get a look of confusion from the two. “Okay so your real plan was for them to screw up and die? Sir he is your son, only your child would come up with a plan that hinges on people fucking up simple tasks,” Nick tells my Dad who shrugs. I’d get tits into more detail but our ride shows up with Hardcore the truck and camper being towed behind it. I watch as Gwen pulls herself out of the driver’s seat and the driver’s window to yell at us. “Get in the camper, we can drive the trip in legs. I’ll take first leg and Dad can trade off tonight,” she tells us as I walk up while Dad says his goodbye to his ‘friends’. “I can drive you know,” I offer and I get a look that screams ‘NO’. I get inside the camper and it’s cozy, not super small but three of us could fit back here comfortably. “Okay, ladies first,” President McTaggart said. 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