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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ejja_1" data-source="post: 1555040" data-attributes="member: 7880">The cabby dropped Randy and Tony at the front steps of St. Morrus memorial Hospital, an orderly came out with a wheel chair for Randy.Tony patted Randy's shoulder." I think you’ll be safer with me outa your hair Starsky, look me up when your feeling better."Randy tried to get out of the wheelchair, but the orderly was a big man and wasn’t letting him go anywhere.He shouted after Tony." You damn fool he's gonna kill you, at least get my partner Ray Simmons to take you to a safe house."Tony chuckled as he turned to walk away." The police station in a major metropolitan city wasn't safe enough, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to call another cop to keep me safe."Tony hailed a cab from the sidewalk, turning one last time to face Randy before getting in." Sayonara Columbo, see you at the next policeman’s ball. Keep your dance card open eh?"Randy flipped him the bird, as he was taken inside the hospital.Tony arrived at his destination, paid the cabby and crept up the driveway of his brother’s house. He didn’t get along with his brother’s wife normally, she would have a fit if she saw what he was about to do.Tony's brother was a shoe salesman to the public, and an arms dealer from hell to certain private sectors. He kept a serious arsenal in a stash spot below his garage, and the key was hidden under a fake piece of dog poop in the back yard. He never understood why his brother Carmine had married Ginger, she was a suburban college girl from Indiana with a degree in childcare. She was habitually unemployed, and had a gambling habit along with her penchant for young Latino boys.Tony had used some of his free time to take a few choice pictures of one of Ginger’s rendezvous, but his brother had shrugged and told Tony to loose the evidence.They didn’t have any children, just a big German shepherd name Vance.No reasons he could think of to stay with someone who was unfaithful, but what did he know. Tony hadn't felt that way about anyone for a long time.He popped the door to the garage, and crawled on his belly across the garage floor. Inching under his brothers 72 mustang, he flipped the catch release on a hidden alcove in the floor.Several black metal barrels glinted under Tony’s pocket flashlight; he grabbed a few handguns and some ammo leaving the big guns where they were.Tony was never a believer in large firearms, he was always well within 30' or less from his target. A Browning High Power or a Sig Suaer p223 was accurate at that range, and both had clips large enough for any sustained fire fight he may find himself in.His favorite though was the Colt Commander he usually carried, it was 10mm which was enough to stop most targets. The big chrome handgun had assisted him through a few tight spots, and the heft it gave in his shoulder holster was like a security blanket to Tony.The handguns he had taken from his brother were sufficient enough for what he had in mind, a VP70z with a 30 round clip and auto capability.And a 4inch .357 revolver made by Smith and Wesson.Tony had the feeling that his killer had found some way to track him, as he had shown up at the Hospital and the Police station both within hours of his arrival. He had to get an advantage of some kind, and home turf was all he could think off.He left his brother’s house and headed for the docks, hoping he still had some pull with some old friends. He would need their help if this was gonna work...</blockquote>

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