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could swoop in and take the loot. You wanted us out of your way. You fucked us big time, now you want us to risk our lives trying to figure out where the owners went? No way, you want them, you find them.”
     
    “Listen asshole, we provided the firepower that enabled you and your people to reach the fields and silos. If it hadn’t been for us, you would all have been cut down, none of you would have made it to the trench, let alone to the houses. The only reason you’re still alive is we came along and killed the defenders.”
     
    “Dutch, that’s bullshit and you know it. If you killed them, where are their bodies? You and I both know they’re around here someplace. I don’t think we killed any of them. If we did they dragged the bodies away with them. We had a good plan, we were working our way around their rear and flanks.  We could have done it without you. We might have lost a few more people, but we wouldn’t be on the outside while you sit here drinking yourselves blind. We demand some of the liquor, we demand an equal share of the food you found.”
     
    “What do you mean you demand? Who are you to demand anything from me?”
     
    “I have the right based on the number of souls my group lost.”
     
    “Tough shit, I don’t care about the people you lost. You shouldn’t have attacked in human waves, you presented them with perfect targets. Next time you to decide to attack a well-defended location you better bring a hell of a lot more guns and ammo. I saved your dumb asses, which means I get first choice of anything we find.”
     
    Robert yells at Dutch, “You held back, waiting for us to wear the defenders down. When they were tired and wounded, you attacked. You pushed ahead of my people so you could get first dibs on the rewards. You sat on your ass watching my people die leading the attack which provided you with cover. All I want is our fair share of the bounty.”
     
    “Rob, you’re a nice guy, tell you what I’m going to do, I’m going to give you your fair share.” Dutch looks to his right saying, “Jose, please give Rob over here his fair share.” Two shots blast out from Jose’s Glock 30S, two JHP 45 caliber bullets tear Rob’s heart apart. He’s dead before his body hits the floor.
     
    Dutch looks around the dining room at the other mob leaders, “Does anyone else want their fair share?” Jose waves his Glock towards the other mob leaders in the room. He asks, “Anyone? I’ve got a lot of ammo.”
     
    The other mob leaders shake their heads no, they file out of the dining room and my house listening to Dutch’s laughter echo behind them. “Told you those pansies weren’t going to be a problem.”
     
    Jose laughs, “Dutch, I didn’t believe you. I thought after they realized we were using them to overwhelm the defenders, I worried Rob would do the same to us. I didn’t expect him to show up demanding his fair share.”
     
    Dutch laughs, “His fair share. What the fuck does he think this is? Congress? We ain’t no welfare department. Man what an asshole. Someone get his stinking body out of my new house.”
     
    Everyone in the club hanging around the living and dining rooms laughs at Dutch’s joke.
     
    Snake asks, “Dutch what are you going to give the mobs? We don’t want them swarming us in the middle of the night to get to our food. If you give them something, they’ll most likely leave us alone.”
     
    “We’ll give them some food in an hour, just enough to give them all a taste. At the same time, double search the houses and the grounds. I don’t like the odds here. Rob’s people may decide to swarm us. I know the defenders are still here, I don’t know where, but by gut says they’re here. I don’t want us caught in the middle of an attack by Rob’s people and the owners. I think we should pack up and leave soon.”
     
    Snake says, “Dutch, winter is coming, why don’t we spend the winter here? We’ll have a roof over our head, food, beer