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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Drew Id" data-source="post: 1182273" data-attributes="member: 12175">Session 5 (6/4/2003) Willie's New FriendSession 5 (6/4/2003) Willie's New FriendWillie marched forward. He shot one thug as they crossed paths, then another just as easily. They fell before him like dolls, dead and gone, as he marched on. The world was red. There was no justice here.He made it to the clearing. He saw the dead zombies, and the dead witch. He saw Joe kneeling over Taylor’s body off to his right. The world was red. There was no justice here.He saw Crystal climbing the ladder in the crane, and he looked up. He saw the figure in the crane control booth at the top of the crane. He saw Scorse dangling from the hook. He saw the figure in the control booth get out of the seat and start crawling along the length of the crane, moving towards Scorse. From this distance, he could see that the figure, whether it was a zombie or a thug, had a knife gripped in its mouth s it crawled forward. He knew the perp would make it to Scorse before Crystal could make it to the top. Scorse was gonna die before Crystal got to the top of that ladder, and there was nothing he could do about it. The world was red. There was no justice here.“I can give you de justice you be seekin’.”The voice was rich and warm. Willie tasted banana rum in his throat, and smelled the smoke from a sweet cigar. The voice was deep and male, with an accent like something from the Caribbean. Something very male, very old, and very strong. Something that believed in justice. Willie took only a second to decide.“Okay, do it.”Then Willie was outside. He was floating somewhere nearby, watching his own body, like those crazy white people who nearly die on the operating table and think they’re on their way to heaven. And he was very calm. Willie’s body picked up a rifle off the ground. Time for one shot. A hundred and fifty feet straight up. High wind with a variable direction. And the target is swaying back and forth, moving, and has partial cover from the crane. Willie’s body never hesitated. The rifle fired as soon as it was brought up to bear. The dark figure froze, hesitated a half-second, then slipped off the side of the crane, and fell.Scorse was safe. The battle was over. Then Willie was back in his body. Exhausted and…thirsty. “Now you be mine, boy. Forever.” </blockquote>

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