On the rural flatlands of a small town, most people have gone to sleep. A gentle rain bathes the houses and businesses, but gradually intensifies. There is no thunder or lightning, but enough rain to keep most folk indoors. Only the moon and a single golden star shine in the overcast night. Overall, a fine cover is provided for murderous mischief.
On the outskirts of town, surrounded by acres of corn fields, a shady transacation is taking place. Four gentlemen, in two pairs meet in a small clearing of the crops. Removing
his obnoxiously reflective sunglasses, a man removes a small and ornate gray box and key from his jacket. He passes it to a man with antlers in the other pair. Unlocking the box, the man with antlers peers inside, and smiles. "Good, excellent. You kept your end of the bargain," he says, locking the box shut and passing it to his friend. Reaching inside his coat, he deposits the key and takes out a money clip. "one, two, three..." he counts out stacks of $100 bills into his seller's hands until he reaches the $50,000.
"Good doing business with you," says the man in a thick German accent as he stuffs the cash into his vest. As he adjusts his tie, seven clicks of guns are heard from around the entire space of the transaction. Several forms emerge from the shadows and gesture towards the box and the money, "We'll be taking those". "Mafia, I should known" remarked the man with the antlers. The mafia made a simply but cryptic reply:
"Yes, I have moved." Various words were exchanged in argument as everyone spoke at once. Little sense was made for those ten seconds, when the mafia opened fire. Bullets, similar to the rain pounding the ground, went into the two pairs of men, who die before even falling to the floor. As the mafia loot the corpses for the money and the box, lights flash on in the distant farmhouse. The mafia hurries up before they can be caught, and neglect to search for the key to the box.
Abandoning the corpses among the crops, the mafia makes a
quick and artful escape. The owner of the farmhouse discovers the bodies and notices a glint of metal from one of the fallen corpses. Taking
the key and placing it in his pocket, he returns home to notify the police. The body of
Mini Moose 2707 and the other men are promptly buried the next morning. The burial rites are not quiet among the restless town craving revenge. Before the shovels even bury the final corpse, the town begins expedient erection of a guillotine. Horns blare to gather the town into the town hall, all of the townspeople gather for their first lynching.
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