Chapter 9
“They’re about fifteen minutes behind us,” Onnil said. “They’re not getting any closer. They’re …”
Janol started to turn round.
“No, don’t look!” Onnil said managing to whisper and shout at the same time. “Act normally.”
Janol turned back round and they carried on walking.
“They’ll be waiting for an opportunity to attack. We have to make sure that they do it when we are ready for them,” Onnil explained.
“How do you know that they’re unfriendly?” Janol replied looking straight ahead, desperately fighting the urge to turn round.
“I can usually tell but I could be wrong.”
Janol and Onnil continued walking for the rest of the morning. As they journeyed, the vegetation began to thin out, the scrubland giving way to long grass. Onnil quietly gave Janol an update every so often. Despite the updates, Janol had seen no evidence of their pursuers. Eventually Onnil said quietly, “Let’s stop for lunch. There’re some good spots over there. I can hide until we find out if they’re friendly or not.”
Janol was getting worried. There were stories of travellers being attacked and sometimes they just went missing, their bodies showing up weeks or years later with no indication of what had happened.
Onnil looked back at Janol, obvious concern on her face. “Don’t worry, there are only three of them. I can handle it if need be.”
The phrase ‘only three of them’ worried him slightly. “There’s only one of you.”
“Remember basic unarmed combat?” she paused staring at Janol.
He nodded.
“Well I might be using it again. I can handle them.”
Janol said nothing. He still could not believe the odds were in their favour.
“Do you trust me?” Onnil eventually asked.
Janol nodded nervously.
“Okay. What I want you to do is act normally,” she continued. “Make a bit more noise than usual. We’ll get a fire going first. Then after about ten minutes, I want you to sit down quietly. I don’t think that they realise that I’ve spotted them. They seem to have been quite careful. What I’m going to do is circle round and come up on them from behind. If they’re friendly we’ll all sit down and have lunch. If not then … Anyway, I’m going to wait for them to make the first aggressive move. Hopefully they won’t. Have you got all that? Oh and don’t risk your life. If they tell you to do something, do it. Go along with them.”
“What about you?”
“Do not worry about me,” she replied emphatically.
They cleared some grass and Onnil lit a small fire. Janol started whistling nervously as Onnil crept off through the long grass. Nothing happened for a while. He sat down as if to eat and got more and more nervous and paranoid. It was if he was all alone on the prairie. The silence was disconcerting. He needed the toilet. What would happen if Onnil had left him? She might never come back. This might be part of some huge plot to kill him slowly. No, she could have killed him many times over if she had wanted to. Even so, after spending about half a year together, he didn’t really know her. What happened if one of them got hurt? There were no doctors about.
After what seemed like hours but was probably only about ten minutes of paranoid thinking, there was a movement off to one side and it was almost a relief when two men walked into Janol’s camp. They were both wearing clothes that were little more than rags and like Janol had several days’ worth of beard growth.
“Hello there boy,” one of them said in a not very friendly manner. “What you got there?”
“Lunch,” Janol replied nervously. “Want some? There’s not much.”
“You know, I think we might have some,” the stranger paused as if thinking, “but you know what we’d like even more?”
Janol shook his head. He was worried, they had not properly accepted his offer of lunch. That was not a good sign.
“To meet your interestingly coloured friend. Neither of us have had the company of a woman for how long is it Gil?”
“Could be nearly a year?” Gil replied.
“You know, this could turn out to be a very good day.”
Janol said nothing. He was too scared to speak. There was something in the way the two strangers spoke that implied a threat.
The first one continued, “Nearly a year and you know what. We’ve never met anyone so dark. I wonder if she’s like other women?”
“Oh I think she’s just like other women,” Gil replied.
“Do you think she screams like other women?” the first one said with a smile.
“I don’t think she will,” Gil replied.
“Oh I think she will. You know what? We’ll just have to find out and if we like her screams. Well then we might just keep her alive. Now lad, tell me where she is.”
“She …”
“Speak up lad,” the leader said feigning deafness
“She went off to get some water,” Janol replied nervously. Part of him wanted to scream a warning to Onnil but the other part knew he had to play along and wait for her to do what ever she was going to do.
“We’ll just sit here and wait for her. Now don’t try any funny business or else we might just have to hurt you. Understand?” The leader pulled out a hunting knife and started inspecting it. “So just you be quiet and perhaps you’ll live.”
Janol nodded nervously.
The two bandits had no patience and after a couple more minutes, the leader pointed his knife towards Janol’s throat and spoke. “Gil, why don’t you have a look round for our lady friend?”
Gil stood up, looked about and said, “I can see her. She’s coming.”
“What’s her name?” the leader asked Janol.
Janol could see no point in lying. “Onnil,” he replied.
Moments later, Onnil walked into camp and stood about a metre behind the leader who turned to face her. “Hello Janol. Who are your friends?” she asked.
“I’m Fritloch and this is my good friend Gil. You must be Onnil, and I must say you are a pretty thing. Hitlow you can come out now!”
“I think you should put the knife down,” Onnil suggested, calmly walking towards the fire. “Before someone gets hurt.”
Fritloch stopped pointing the knife at Janol and stepped aggressively over to Onnil. “Oh I think someone might get hurt. Now, you do what we say or …”
Fritloch never got to finish his sentence as Onnil moved faster than anyone Janol had ever seen. She kicked the knife out of Fritloch’s hand with a loud crack. Gil dived at her, but she sidestepped him. As he lunged past, she punched him in the back with one hand while pulling his head back with the other. He fell down. His body twitched a couple of times and then stopped moving.
“Bitch!” Fritloch shouted trying to punch Onnil with his left hand. She again stepped to one side and punched her fingers into Fritloch’s larynx. He started to gurgle blood while he clutched his throat with his good left hand. His other hand remained twisted out of shape from Onnil’s kick.
“Shit,” Janol said. He stared open-mouthed at the bodies and then up at Onnil.
“Now what were you saying about someone getting hurt?” Onnil calmly asked the wide-eyed, gurgling Fritloch. “Janol, go and see if you can find the knife. We don’t want him to get any funny ideas,” she said nodding to Fritloch. “Their friend shouldn’t be waking up for a while. Nevertheless I will have to go and get him just in case he’s made of tougher stuff.”
Janol spent a couple minutes looking for the discarded hunting knife and once he had retrieved it, he went back to the camp.
“Watch him,” Onnil ordered, pointing to Fritloch. “If he moves you can either kill him, or I don’t know … try not to let him run away. I’m going to go and get their unconscious friend.”
“What about him?” Janol asked nervously nodding at the motionless Gil.
“He won’t be getting up!” Onnil replied matter-of-factly.
Janol stood shaking, waving the hunting knife at the wavering Fritloch, while Onnil disappeared into the long grass. She returned a few minutes later dragging an unconscious body. She took the knife out of Janol’s still shaking hand and put it in her pocket.
“What happens now?” Janol asked.
“We search them and then we ask him,” she nodded at the unconscious body, “some questions.”
Onnil calmly searched the dead Gil and the now semi-conscious Fritloch. She found nothing of interest apart from a few coins and another, slightly smaller knife.
A short while later Fritloch had drifted off into unconsciousness and Hitlow had started to come round. Onnil propped Hitlow up against a rock and sat opposite him. He opened his eyes, looked round and saw the two bodies of his former companions. He started to look scared.
“Do you know why you’re still alive?” Onnil asked.
He shook his head.
“Well firstly, I’d like to know where you came from and if you’ve any other companions,” she explained. “but mostly because you didn’t directly threaten me or my friend here.” She nodded towards Janol. She cocked her head to one side, smiled sweetly at Hitlow and then continued. “Now first things first. One of your friends is dead, and the other, well … I give him a fifty-fifty chance of making it. Of course, you may get lucky and find a healing mage. However, he may ask awkward questions, like why did a sweet innocent girl break his hand and rupture his vocal chords. I could just kill him now if you’d prefer?”
Janol had his doubts as to Onnil’s innocence.
Hitlow shook his head slowly.
“No? So you’re going to look after him. That’s very good of you. I do like compassion and loyalty. Personally, I’d just prefer to just kill him. It would do the universe a favour and be kinder in the long run. Now where’s your camp?”
Hitlow said nothing.
“If you’re not going to talk to me, I could always make sure you don’t talk to anyone else. Like your friends here,” Onnil calmly threatened.
“We’re staying in some ruins to the east,” Hitlow blurted out. He obviously had decided that talking was the best course.
“Good I half-expected that would be your answer. Now, we’re going to leave and if I ever see you or your friend again, then you die. Understand?”
Hitlow nodded.
“Also I suggest you take up a new career because you’re not very good at banditry and I also think that if your friend ever does regain consciousness and the use of his voice, that he takes care who he insults. You never can tell who’s a psycho-killer. Oh, is there anyone else there? And before you answer I’d like you to remember that I can always find my way back here and track you and make your life very very uncomfortable.”
Onnil made as if to leave but immediately turned back to Hitlow, as if she had forgotten something. “Oh just one more thing, empty out your pockets.”
Hitlow hesitated.
“I can throw you to the ground and rip your clothes off, if you’d prefer. Which has a slight ironic twist, as I suspect you were going to try and do that to me.”
Hitlow slowly proceeded to turn out his pockets. There were a few more coins, which Onnil took.
Janol and Onnil walked off leaving Hitlow desperately and unsuccessfully trying to revive Fritloch.
“Disturbed?” Onnil asked the silent Janol.
“Sort of, I can’t help but wonder, what would have happened if you’d got the wrong idea about me and Tusfern?” Janol replied turning round.
“Ah, but you wouldn’t have tried to do what they were going to. Would you?”
“Well not now.” Janol joked and then immediately started worrying if Onnil might take it the wrong way.
Onnil started to laugh. “Remember basic unarmed combat?” she said “Well, that was advanced unarmed combat. You know I’ll always give people the benefit of the doubt. That’s why I knocked the first scumbag out, rather than just killing him. I suspected that they were up to no good. I can usually tell. The other two … well I knew I could take them out with no problem. Anyway, let’s see what they’ve got stashed.”
Janol was replaying the brief fight in his mind. Despite being a woman, she had out-matched two, better-armed men. Not only that, she knew that she could out-match two better-armed men.
They walked until Onnil had had enough of the silence.
“Anyway, now we’ve got a couple of knives,” she remarked as she took one out of her pocket and examined it. “Well if we ever get into that sort of situation again, then at least you’ll be armed.” She paused. “Ever knifed anyone?”
“No,” Janol replied. “I don’t think I could. I was nearly sick back there.”
“It’s not always easy,” Onnil agreed.
“Would you really have killed them in cold blood?” Janol asked.
“Yes, if necessary. Listen, your corner of Wyive seems to be pretty civilised but there are still some shits out there.” Janol was almost more uncomfortable with the idea of a woman profaning than he was with a woman killing someone. Onnil appeared not to notice and just continued. “Sometimes you have to just take out the scum so that everyone else can live their lives in peace.”
“Was that what you used to do?”
“Yes, amongst other things.”
“Before you were in the cave?”
“Yes.”
“What other things?”
“I think that’s enough for now,” Onnil replied.
She was silent for a while but eventually continued, “Don’t think I want to kill. I only do it when necessary. It’s sometimes required.” She paused to think a bit longer, “Also, sometimes you just need to scare the shit out of people. You might have realised that I’m quite good at that.”
“I’m just glad you’re on my side,” Janol admitted. “If I ever start to annoy you then let me know first. I’d rather have fair warning.”
Onnil laughed again. “In a way you are very annoying in a naïve sort of way.”
“So you’re not really a psycho-killer then?” Janol asked, still disturbed by the encounter.
Onnil laughed. “No, just a good actress.” Onnil then did something Janol had never heard her do before; she started singing to herself.
Janol started to turn round.
“No, don’t look!” Onnil said managing to whisper and shout at the same time. “Act normally.”
Janol turned back round and they carried on walking.
“They’ll be waiting for an opportunity to attack. We have to make sure that they do it when we are ready for them,” Onnil explained.
“How do you know that they’re unfriendly?” Janol replied looking straight ahead, desperately fighting the urge to turn round.
“I can usually tell but I could be wrong.”
Janol and Onnil continued walking for the rest of the morning. As they journeyed, the vegetation began to thin out, the scrubland giving way to long grass. Onnil quietly gave Janol an update every so often. Despite the updates, Janol had seen no evidence of their pursuers. Eventually Onnil said quietly, “Let’s stop for lunch. There’re some good spots over there. I can hide until we find out if they’re friendly or not.”
Janol was getting worried. There were stories of travellers being attacked and sometimes they just went missing, their bodies showing up weeks or years later with no indication of what had happened.
Onnil looked back at Janol, obvious concern on her face. “Don’t worry, there are only three of them. I can handle it if need be.”
The phrase ‘only three of them’ worried him slightly. “There’s only one of you.”
“Remember basic unarmed combat?” she paused staring at Janol.
He nodded.
“Well I might be using it again. I can handle them.”
Janol said nothing. He still could not believe the odds were in their favour.
“Do you trust me?” Onnil eventually asked.
Janol nodded nervously.
“Okay. What I want you to do is act normally,” she continued. “Make a bit more noise than usual. We’ll get a fire going first. Then after about ten minutes, I want you to sit down quietly. I don’t think that they realise that I’ve spotted them. They seem to have been quite careful. What I’m going to do is circle round and come up on them from behind. If they’re friendly we’ll all sit down and have lunch. If not then … Anyway, I’m going to wait for them to make the first aggressive move. Hopefully they won’t. Have you got all that? Oh and don’t risk your life. If they tell you to do something, do it. Go along with them.”
“What about you?”
“Do not worry about me,” she replied emphatically.
They cleared some grass and Onnil lit a small fire. Janol started whistling nervously as Onnil crept off through the long grass. Nothing happened for a while. He sat down as if to eat and got more and more nervous and paranoid. It was if he was all alone on the prairie. The silence was disconcerting. He needed the toilet. What would happen if Onnil had left him? She might never come back. This might be part of some huge plot to kill him slowly. No, she could have killed him many times over if she had wanted to. Even so, after spending about half a year together, he didn’t really know her. What happened if one of them got hurt? There were no doctors about.
After what seemed like hours but was probably only about ten minutes of paranoid thinking, there was a movement off to one side and it was almost a relief when two men walked into Janol’s camp. They were both wearing clothes that were little more than rags and like Janol had several days’ worth of beard growth.
“Hello there boy,” one of them said in a not very friendly manner. “What you got there?”
“Lunch,” Janol replied nervously. “Want some? There’s not much.”
“You know, I think we might have some,” the stranger paused as if thinking, “but you know what we’d like even more?”
Janol shook his head. He was worried, they had not properly accepted his offer of lunch. That was not a good sign.
“To meet your interestingly coloured friend. Neither of us have had the company of a woman for how long is it Gil?”
“Could be nearly a year?” Gil replied.
“You know, this could turn out to be a very good day.”
Janol said nothing. He was too scared to speak. There was something in the way the two strangers spoke that implied a threat.
The first one continued, “Nearly a year and you know what. We’ve never met anyone so dark. I wonder if she’s like other women?”
“Oh I think she’s just like other women,” Gil replied.
“Do you think she screams like other women?” the first one said with a smile.
“I don’t think she will,” Gil replied.
“Oh I think she will. You know what? We’ll just have to find out and if we like her screams. Well then we might just keep her alive. Now lad, tell me where she is.”
“She …”
“Speak up lad,” the leader said feigning deafness
“She went off to get some water,” Janol replied nervously. Part of him wanted to scream a warning to Onnil but the other part knew he had to play along and wait for her to do what ever she was going to do.
“We’ll just sit here and wait for her. Now don’t try any funny business or else we might just have to hurt you. Understand?” The leader pulled out a hunting knife and started inspecting it. “So just you be quiet and perhaps you’ll live.”
Janol nodded nervously.
The two bandits had no patience and after a couple more minutes, the leader pointed his knife towards Janol’s throat and spoke. “Gil, why don’t you have a look round for our lady friend?”
Gil stood up, looked about and said, “I can see her. She’s coming.”
“What’s her name?” the leader asked Janol.
Janol could see no point in lying. “Onnil,” he replied.
Moments later, Onnil walked into camp and stood about a metre behind the leader who turned to face her. “Hello Janol. Who are your friends?” she asked.
“I’m Fritloch and this is my good friend Gil. You must be Onnil, and I must say you are a pretty thing. Hitlow you can come out now!”
“I think you should put the knife down,” Onnil suggested, calmly walking towards the fire. “Before someone gets hurt.”
Fritloch stopped pointing the knife at Janol and stepped aggressively over to Onnil. “Oh I think someone might get hurt. Now, you do what we say or …”
Fritloch never got to finish his sentence as Onnil moved faster than anyone Janol had ever seen. She kicked the knife out of Fritloch’s hand with a loud crack. Gil dived at her, but she sidestepped him. As he lunged past, she punched him in the back with one hand while pulling his head back with the other. He fell down. His body twitched a couple of times and then stopped moving.
“Bitch!” Fritloch shouted trying to punch Onnil with his left hand. She again stepped to one side and punched her fingers into Fritloch’s larynx. He started to gurgle blood while he clutched his throat with his good left hand. His other hand remained twisted out of shape from Onnil’s kick.
“Shit,” Janol said. He stared open-mouthed at the bodies and then up at Onnil.
“Now what were you saying about someone getting hurt?” Onnil calmly asked the wide-eyed, gurgling Fritloch. “Janol, go and see if you can find the knife. We don’t want him to get any funny ideas,” she said nodding to Fritloch. “Their friend shouldn’t be waking up for a while. Nevertheless I will have to go and get him just in case he’s made of tougher stuff.”
Janol spent a couple minutes looking for the discarded hunting knife and once he had retrieved it, he went back to the camp.
“Watch him,” Onnil ordered, pointing to Fritloch. “If he moves you can either kill him, or I don’t know … try not to let him run away. I’m going to go and get their unconscious friend.”
“What about him?” Janol asked nervously nodding at the motionless Gil.
“He won’t be getting up!” Onnil replied matter-of-factly.
Janol stood shaking, waving the hunting knife at the wavering Fritloch, while Onnil disappeared into the long grass. She returned a few minutes later dragging an unconscious body. She took the knife out of Janol’s still shaking hand and put it in her pocket.
“What happens now?” Janol asked.
“We search them and then we ask him,” she nodded at the unconscious body, “some questions.”
Onnil calmly searched the dead Gil and the now semi-conscious Fritloch. She found nothing of interest apart from a few coins and another, slightly smaller knife.
A short while later Fritloch had drifted off into unconsciousness and Hitlow had started to come round. Onnil propped Hitlow up against a rock and sat opposite him. He opened his eyes, looked round and saw the two bodies of his former companions. He started to look scared.
“Do you know why you’re still alive?” Onnil asked.
He shook his head.
“Well firstly, I’d like to know where you came from and if you’ve any other companions,” she explained. “but mostly because you didn’t directly threaten me or my friend here.” She nodded towards Janol. She cocked her head to one side, smiled sweetly at Hitlow and then continued. “Now first things first. One of your friends is dead, and the other, well … I give him a fifty-fifty chance of making it. Of course, you may get lucky and find a healing mage. However, he may ask awkward questions, like why did a sweet innocent girl break his hand and rupture his vocal chords. I could just kill him now if you’d prefer?”
Janol had his doubts as to Onnil’s innocence.
Hitlow shook his head slowly.
“No? So you’re going to look after him. That’s very good of you. I do like compassion and loyalty. Personally, I’d just prefer to just kill him. It would do the universe a favour and be kinder in the long run. Now where’s your camp?”
Hitlow said nothing.
“If you’re not going to talk to me, I could always make sure you don’t talk to anyone else. Like your friends here,” Onnil calmly threatened.
“We’re staying in some ruins to the east,” Hitlow blurted out. He obviously had decided that talking was the best course.
“Good I half-expected that would be your answer. Now, we’re going to leave and if I ever see you or your friend again, then you die. Understand?”
Hitlow nodded.
“Also I suggest you take up a new career because you’re not very good at banditry and I also think that if your friend ever does regain consciousness and the use of his voice, that he takes care who he insults. You never can tell who’s a psycho-killer. Oh, is there anyone else there? And before you answer I’d like you to remember that I can always find my way back here and track you and make your life very very uncomfortable.”
Onnil made as if to leave but immediately turned back to Hitlow, as if she had forgotten something. “Oh just one more thing, empty out your pockets.”
Hitlow hesitated.
“I can throw you to the ground and rip your clothes off, if you’d prefer. Which has a slight ironic twist, as I suspect you were going to try and do that to me.”
Hitlow slowly proceeded to turn out his pockets. There were a few more coins, which Onnil took.
Janol and Onnil walked off leaving Hitlow desperately and unsuccessfully trying to revive Fritloch.
“Disturbed?” Onnil asked the silent Janol.
“Sort of, I can’t help but wonder, what would have happened if you’d got the wrong idea about me and Tusfern?” Janol replied turning round.
“Ah, but you wouldn’t have tried to do what they were going to. Would you?”
“Well not now.” Janol joked and then immediately started worrying if Onnil might take it the wrong way.
Onnil started to laugh. “Remember basic unarmed combat?” she said “Well, that was advanced unarmed combat. You know I’ll always give people the benefit of the doubt. That’s why I knocked the first scumbag out, rather than just killing him. I suspected that they were up to no good. I can usually tell. The other two … well I knew I could take them out with no problem. Anyway, let’s see what they’ve got stashed.”
Janol was replaying the brief fight in his mind. Despite being a woman, she had out-matched two, better-armed men. Not only that, she knew that she could out-match two better-armed men.
They walked until Onnil had had enough of the silence.
“Anyway, now we’ve got a couple of knives,” she remarked as she took one out of her pocket and examined it. “Well if we ever get into that sort of situation again, then at least you’ll be armed.” She paused. “Ever knifed anyone?”
“No,” Janol replied. “I don’t think I could. I was nearly sick back there.”
“It’s not always easy,” Onnil agreed.
“Would you really have killed them in cold blood?” Janol asked.
“Yes, if necessary. Listen, your corner of Wyive seems to be pretty civilised but there are still some shits out there.” Janol was almost more uncomfortable with the idea of a woman profaning than he was with a woman killing someone. Onnil appeared not to notice and just continued. “Sometimes you have to just take out the scum so that everyone else can live their lives in peace.”
“Was that what you used to do?”
“Yes, amongst other things.”
“Before you were in the cave?”
“Yes.”
“What other things?”
“I think that’s enough for now,” Onnil replied.
She was silent for a while but eventually continued, “Don’t think I want to kill. I only do it when necessary. It’s sometimes required.” She paused to think a bit longer, “Also, sometimes you just need to scare the shit out of people. You might have realised that I’m quite good at that.”
“I’m just glad you’re on my side,” Janol admitted. “If I ever start to annoy you then let me know first. I’d rather have fair warning.”
Onnil laughed again. “In a way you are very annoying in a naïve sort of way.”
“So you’re not really a psycho-killer then?” Janol asked, still disturbed by the encounter.
Onnil laughed. “No, just a good actress.” Onnil then did something Janol had never heard her do before; she started singing to herself.
Half an hour later they stopped for their real lunch in silence. Janol sat silently while Onnil packed up. He was still disturbed by the morning’s events. They spent the afternoon walking to the ruins, again mostly in silence.
Onnil tried to brighten Janol’s mood. “Time to set up camp,” she said at around five o’clock, earlier than usual. “I think we’ll reach the ruins tomorrow.”
Janol looked northeast to where the ruins were. They still looked far too far off, but were easier to spot in the binoculars than previously.
“You’re still upset about earlier but try and think of a better outcome. How many other people have they hurt or killed?”
“I agree but I still don’t like it.” Janol replied.
Onnil seemed content with that explanation and went off to set the traps, catching two rabbits overnight.
Onnil tried to brighten Janol’s mood. “Time to set up camp,” she said at around five o’clock, earlier than usual. “I think we’ll reach the ruins tomorrow.”
Janol looked northeast to where the ruins were. They still looked far too far off, but were easier to spot in the binoculars than previously.
“You’re still upset about earlier but try and think of a better outcome. How many other people have they hurt or killed?”
“I agree but I still don’t like it.” Janol replied.
Onnil seemed content with that explanation and went off to set the traps, catching two rabbits overnight.
Hitlow never managed to revive Fritloch, so he returned to the site where he had been keeping watch. How had that bitch crept up on him so quietly? His only memory of the fight had been hearing a sound and then trying to turn around to find its source. He had had a small pistol that he had placed on the ground while he had sat and drank some water. Now was it still there?
After five minutes of searching he found his weapon and checked the bullets. Yes, still three. That should be enough. That bitch was going to pay. At least he would only have to split the ransom two ways instead of four.
He walked back to Gil’s corpse and Fritloch’s unconscious body. He put the gun to Fritloch’s head and pulled the trigger. It was what he would have wanted.
After five minutes of searching he found his weapon and checked the bullets. Yes, still three. That should be enough. That bitch was going to pay. At least he would only have to split the ransom two ways instead of four.
He walked back to Gil’s corpse and Fritloch’s unconscious body. He put the gun to Fritloch’s head and pulled the trigger. It was what he would have wanted.
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