Chapter 7

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"Very good job, Antonio! You got him right in the tummy, that's one of his weaknesses, along with his feet. So, if you ever have to shoot him again, feel free to go for the feet!" "If he even lives to see another day..." Antonio replied in his deep voice. He ripped off his black ski mask, tossed it on the couch, and laid down. "Turn on the TV, sir. We must see what they're planning." "Hmm, very clever little turds they are, but their plans will never work against us, right, Sir Broberg?" Antonio turned to look at his master, who was sound asleep. Antonio shrugged, turned off the TV and drifted off to sleep himself. He needed some rest anyway. He and Broberg had a big day tomorrow...  


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