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hog noises. The kids loved it. This show played every day. Penchant pointed out the two older twins, clearly mulatto, well muscled boys who seemed to have special status here. "They're Denise's kids," looking at the blank stare, added "Bastion's labor? Charles Bastion?" then in desperation, "Charles Darling?" "Them? She had them?" Mac was smiling in an - oh how neat - kind of way. "They sort of own the place, a royalty thing. They're really great kids. Very decent, like their mamma, not that rotten kiddy dicking father of theirs. I shot the fucker. Don't tell anybody." Actually everybody suspected it was Penchant who shot Bastion in the foot as he was pumping yet another local girl, about twelve years of age, in the dark in the bushes behind the end of the lot. "Used my unofficial piece. Shame to have to ditch a good piece for a lump of shit like that. Bastard had no class. No class at all. My job is to protect these sorry ass kids. What do I do with a prick like that? Preys on children? Shoulda been his head." "I heard that the Omega whacked him. Which is it?" Mac was skeptical of the bragging. "That was later. Omega got the credit for both. They get credit for all the weird justices that pop up out of nowhere. Zorro!" flashing a Z gesture with his finger holding a silverized bullet, "They leave their mark - sometimes - though usually not. Lucky me they offed him when I was here in plain view! Took the heat off me. Let me tell you, I was suspected, but nobody was sure. I coulda wound up as Nalletto meat." Gerry liked to show Marcus, because of his stunning innocence, how to hold a gun, clean it, check it, the works. "This is the safety. On. Off. On. Off. This can jam, so you always check here. See?" Marcus just pretended to be interested, "Hmmm. That's cool. Bullets. Go in there? Hmmm. I see. That's the trigger? Hmm." Marcus teased by