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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #741
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8 "The Biggest, Largest, Most
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888 888 888 888 888 Exciting Heist Of All Time,
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 Chapter 4: Nybar's Dilemma"
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Nybar
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 7/22/99
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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Nybar had a small problem... actually, he had two medium sized
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problems that seamlessly merged into one rather large dilemma. These were
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the bodies of Mark Thoreau (or as Nybar knew him, 'that fuck that shot
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Mogel') and Mogel himself. Luckily, his van was designed with just such
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things in mind. He paged his lowerclass monitors, telling them not to
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record any of what he was going to do next. After 20 seconds, they
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responded in the affirmative: "Chill hombre, we got it down".
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Hoisting a body larger then yourself over your shoulders and carrying
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it down a catwalk isn't easy. But Nybar brought a certain grace to it that
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hasn't been seen since the last of the Thugees in India was hung. In a way
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many of Nybar's techniques are a direct descendant of theirs, though he
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never strangles an enemy. Too clean for his taste.
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Once Mark's body was safely lodged in the van and tucked under a
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bunch of old blankets, Nybar went for Mogel's. Oddly, he couldn't find it.
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"Do Jews walk after death?" Nybar wondered out loud.
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A police siren cut short his Mogel-hunt. He hopped in his van and
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drove casually off. He knew that the owner of the hardware store had
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probably called five-o by now, but he'd be out of the country before any
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shit could come down.
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He talked to his monitors, "Okay, you can start up the surveillance
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again. Remember, if I call for backup, you get down here... your reward
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will more than outweigh the risk you incur."
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"Whatever, slick." came the response.
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As Nybar drove to the east river to dump Mark's body, he had some
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time to ponder what had happened. He remembered the diner, where just a few
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hours ago he'd laid out the plan for Mogel. Now Mogel was dead, gunned down
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before his own eyes. He always knew that such an all-consuming lust for hOe
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submissions would eventually destroy he who harbored it. He had hoped that
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this project would finally sate him, and Mogel could settle down, make a go
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of becoming normal. Now it was never to be. And for this, they (whoever
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they were) would pay. Nybar would make sure of that, he decided. But
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mostly, he was going to continue with the project, until the bitter end.
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Because that's what Mogel would have wanted. The jewish bastard.
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He radioed Jubjub, who was cruising in a white van the same as
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Nybar's.
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"Jubjub. This is Nybar. Do you read me?"
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"Yeah"
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"Did you get the girl?"
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"Yep, she's in the back."
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"Okay. Jubjub. Listen carefully. We have a problem. Mogel is dead,
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he's been shot. It was a clean job, someone who was obviously following
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us."
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"Is this related to the job?"
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"Definatly."
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"SHIT...Do we continue, or abort?"
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"We're going to continue. These fuckers can't deter us with a little
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bit of Mogel killing."
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"Which fuckers?"
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"I don't know, but someone obviously know's what we're up to, and
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they're sending in hired killers. Pick up Froboy and come to the east
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river. I'll explain more there."
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"Nybar, did you at least get the supplies?"
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"Yes, I got them all. Don't say any more over the radio, this might
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not be secure."
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"Roger."
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In Jubjub's van, the tied up waitress woke up tried to scream. The
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gag almost completely muffled it Jubjub sighed, and then re-applied the
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chloroform, mumbling "Nybar'd better be right about this project being worth
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it." Meanwhile, a blue volvo followed him at a distance. When the driver
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had followed him to the east river, he got a cell-phone and dialed a number.
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"Hello" said a voice on the other side of the line.
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"This is Gramsky" said the driver "They're at the east river,
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probably dumping the body from earlier."
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"Okay. Hold your position. We'll send our men out there. Make sure
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they don't leave... if they do, shoot them. Watch out though, they took out
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a reputable private contractor earlier."
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"Can do." A click, as the connection was broken.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #741 - WRITTEN BY: NYBAR - 7/22/99 ]
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