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“Wait a moment, boys. What’ve you got there in that bag?”
“Oh... it’s just some, um, kind of jewelry,” Benny muttered. “Nothing anybody’s gonna miss.”
“We left all the cash, of course,” Malcom chimed in. “We know it belongs to the honest taxpayers all around us”—he pointed to the dead town—“and their legal representatives.” With that, he gestured toward the desert on the other side of the road.
“You can search us if you like,” P-Fist offered, grinning.
“No, I won’t. Expect your fee to be cut,” I said.
“Come on, Amy, don’t be so bitchy. You weren’t that law-abiding yourself before you started working for the Troopers.”
“Maybe.”
“What about ten percent? That’s not too bad, eh?”
“That’s close to what I had in mind.“ I nodded toward the road. “ I’ll call you when I’m back.”
With a ridiculous imitation of a military salute, the four brothers got into their car and rode out of town.
That was easy. HQ would be satisfied, and most likely, there was a little bonus in it for me. Let’s see whether any remnants of the Glopmaster are left. Green slime scattered around a room is always good for a selfie...
When the Mercurian Glim-Glops infiltrated Becksonville, the choice was easy: the Felthams were the best cleanup crew WTFD could afford. Fast efficient, not interested in taking captives—and that’s exactly what had happened. But everybody knew that—if left alone—the three couldn’t resist plundering. That why I got sent in: making sure they didn’t get too greedy.
Everything was going smooth – a little too smooth. It hadn’t taken them more than half a day to clear the town. And—damn! There were three Feltham brothers, not four! And there was this yellowish glow in their eyes. I had taken it for a reflection of the evening sunlight.
I jumped on my BMW. They were at least five minutes ahead of me. Time for a little booster ride.
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