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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5316393" data-attributes="member: 3285">In Media Res: Part 7 – Morgan's PlanMorowitz's plan, if he even had one, was dumb.  But what Morgan watched Bean do to Jones was far, far worse. The thrum of a police helicopter filled the air. A spotlight danced over the road, leading up to the cabin.  A dark shape loped ahead of it.  It had to be Morowitz.Morgan shook his head.  Dumb plan.  He deserved to die. Morgan remembered them all now.  Johnny "The Smasher" Morowitz was the muscle, known for crushing skulls with his bare hands.  Billy "Taste-Test" Bean was a serial killer who was fond of eating the brains of his victims.  George "Incinerator" Jones was a pyromaniac…Morgan looked around.  Pyromaniac!  Even in death perhaps Jones' skills could be put to good use.There was noise in the forest.  Men, shuffling quietly through the forest, their flashlights dancing a perimeter.  It was an ever-tightening circle, converging on the house.  The hunters had given them away.An odd sound echoed from the house behind him.  Breathing.  Like the death rattle of the old man—his first kill.No time for that though.  Morgan had to get out.  He retreated into the house, picking up the mix of chemicals that Jones had left behind.Morowitz skulked past him into the dining room.  Idiot.Morgan needed a distraction.  Morowitz might just provide it, with a little urging.  Morgan took a lighter from the kitchen and lit Jones' homemade explosive.  He threw the bomb at the far end of the house, down the hallway.WOOSH!  The concoction was expertly made.  The flames took on a life of their own, licking up and down the corridor and filling it with smoke.Just what Morgan needed.  Now he needed Morowitz to come running out…He didn't.  Morgan swore.  What the hell was he doing in the dining room?The cops were at the door.  Morgan's hopes fell.  He needed someone or something to break the line…Bean rose up like a snake behind the cop. The cop gurgled as a paring knife jutted from his throat.  Morgan saw his opening and took it.  He ran past Bean.In the smoke, the cops didn't know who did what.  The fearsome reputation of the four murders played on their worst fears. The police opened fire in a panic.Bean was shot by a stray bullet.  He crawled to the door, screaming that he was trying to stop "The Opener…" The police paid him little heed as they beat him into unconsciousness with their clubs. The helicopter above only fanned the flames, its spotlight whirling crazily over the billowing smoke. Morgan implemented step two.  He ran to the barn, where the horses were going wild.  They weren't horses meant to be ridden, but Morgan didn't plan to stick with them for long.He dragged one of the horses through the smoke and slapped its flank.  It galloped through the confused mass of men, who were in danger of shooting each other in the conflagration.Then, grabbing hold of the mane of the second horse, he hoisted himself up and kicked it into gear.  The horse reared up, nearly throwing him, and took off down the road.Behind him, the flames leapt from the cabin to the nearby woods.  And like Satan hurled from Heaven, Morgan plunged through the inferno to the freedom beyond.</blockquote>

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