Three. Head shot.
When I lower my gun, I see their bodies lying next to their beer bottles. I might have thought it was poetic, if I were the poetic type.
The silencer has done its job. My bullets barely made a sound. No one inside seems to have heard.
I leave the corpses cooling in the night and set back off down the path I took to get here.
The boy will get my message soon enough. And when he does, I have no doubt he will rally his men and bring them down to the cabin… to my neck of the woods.
And then…
Well, then we’re gonna have some fun.