PacNorWest
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#324
The night was spent as the previous night. Three lumps huddled under ponchos in the rain, slightly below the hill top on the far side from the camps. There was no fire, no talking, and strict noise control. Horses were tethered with ropes, but left saddled, in case they needed to make a quick get away.
The clan's men were on a down and dirty and dangerous mission; and having to wait until after 10 the next morning before the supposed 'leader' opened the sides of his tent and commenced holding court.
It was a good thing they paid attention and observed the routine. It was well noted that every time the 'puppet' leader gave an order, all the underlings looked to a person hidden back in the dark shadows, for permission to carry out that order. On the far left, Milo had the best chance to see into the shadows, and he held up two fingers, indicating there were two persons behind the leader.
One of their horses stomped it's feet against a fly, and a dog in the 'village' gave a couple of barks, earing a harsh rebuke from a guard near the tent.
Waiting patiently, it was after the 'leader' had eaten lunch and a nap, he called his people together by ringing a bell. The mob got a tongue lashing by being so easily mislead by the group of wagons that passed while they were following the bagpipe.
In a stroke of luck, the figures that emerged from the tent to lend credence to the 'leader', were adorned with stolen jewelry of all sorts. Twin dark haired beauty's that had two and three rings on each finger, bracelets covering their forearms, and many necklaces.
Milo held up three fingers and motioned left, indicating he would take those three. Gary motioned four with both hands palms together, for the middle, and Robert flashed his hands several times, telling the other two he was going to take out as many as possible on the right.
The men dialed in the distances and put silencers on their weapons. "Hurry," Gary hissed, "they are headed back to the tent. On the count of three," and the rifles barked as quickly as they could be cycled. The figures collapsed all around, and yet the simple minded masses surged forward to gather around the bodies, and give a collective moan of despair.
The guards hit the ground, looking frantically for the cause of the assignation. As each one of them concluded the threat was over, they died when they stood up.
The first few closest to the bodies of the dark haired women, reached out and took some of the pretty baubles from the lifeless fingers, slipping the rings on especially. If they didn't fit, the circles were passed on, to fingers that accepted the rings. The mob surged into the leaders tents, and the hooting and yelling began. A big wooden chest was taken out and shouts were for the people to step aside and the lid was opened and the chest dropped, to spill the contents on the ground.
Even from the distance they were hiding, the men could see that it was an astonishing amount of paper money, coins and more jewelry than several pirates' chests would hold. Milo hissed between his teeth at the stupidity and the outright audacity of the man that had planned the mob action. "Good riddance," he spit out, "the rest of them, I don't think you can fix that much stupid."
"let's get out of here," Gary agreed, "I'm hungry."
Right on cue, there was the sound of stomach growls, and the men headed for their horses.
The night was spent as the previous night. Three lumps huddled under ponchos in the rain, slightly below the hill top on the far side from the camps. There was no fire, no talking, and strict noise control. Horses were tethered with ropes, but left saddled, in case they needed to make a quick get away.
The clan's men were on a down and dirty and dangerous mission; and having to wait until after 10 the next morning before the supposed 'leader' opened the sides of his tent and commenced holding court.
It was a good thing they paid attention and observed the routine. It was well noted that every time the 'puppet' leader gave an order, all the underlings looked to a person hidden back in the dark shadows, for permission to carry out that order. On the far left, Milo had the best chance to see into the shadows, and he held up two fingers, indicating there were two persons behind the leader.
One of their horses stomped it's feet against a fly, and a dog in the 'village' gave a couple of barks, earing a harsh rebuke from a guard near the tent.
Waiting patiently, it was after the 'leader' had eaten lunch and a nap, he called his people together by ringing a bell. The mob got a tongue lashing by being so easily mislead by the group of wagons that passed while they were following the bagpipe.
In a stroke of luck, the figures that emerged from the tent to lend credence to the 'leader', were adorned with stolen jewelry of all sorts. Twin dark haired beauty's that had two and three rings on each finger, bracelets covering their forearms, and many necklaces.
Milo held up three fingers and motioned left, indicating he would take those three. Gary motioned four with both hands palms together, for the middle, and Robert flashed his hands several times, telling the other two he was going to take out as many as possible on the right.
The men dialed in the distances and put silencers on their weapons. "Hurry," Gary hissed, "they are headed back to the tent. On the count of three," and the rifles barked as quickly as they could be cycled. The figures collapsed all around, and yet the simple minded masses surged forward to gather around the bodies, and give a collective moan of despair.
The guards hit the ground, looking frantically for the cause of the assignation. As each one of them concluded the threat was over, they died when they stood up.
The first few closest to the bodies of the dark haired women, reached out and took some of the pretty baubles from the lifeless fingers, slipping the rings on especially. If they didn't fit, the circles were passed on, to fingers that accepted the rings. The mob surged into the leaders tents, and the hooting and yelling began. A big wooden chest was taken out and shouts were for the people to step aside and the lid was opened and the chest dropped, to spill the contents on the ground.
Even from the distance they were hiding, the men could see that it was an astonishing amount of paper money, coins and more jewelry than several pirates' chests would hold. Milo hissed between his teeth at the stupidity and the outright audacity of the man that had planned the mob action. "Good riddance," he spit out, "the rest of them, I don't think you can fix that much stupid."
"let's get out of here," Gary agreed, "I'm hungry."
Right on cue, there was the sound of stomach growls, and the men headed for their horses.
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