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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #769
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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 Part 6: Rumble at the River"
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Nybar
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 7/28/99
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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If a concerned mother had been looking at the two white vans and the
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people inside, she would have bewailed the declining state of America, and
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the overwhelming prevalence of predators. Within one of the vans is Jubjub
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with a gagged and tied girl. In the other van is a dead body and Nybar.
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But if the mother decided that Nybar and Jubjub were evil predators, she'd
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be slightly off. They ARE predators, but they're the most deserving of
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sympathy of the predators present. The real evil by the river lies within
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the weathered figure with the fedora on his head, Gramsky, hiding within his
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blue Volvo. And, of course, the paramilitary figures edging towards Nybar
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and Jubjub's position.
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One of the figures brushes against a cat, which loudly yawls. The
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cat is quickly silenced, which speaks worlds about the paramilitary figure's
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fighting prowess. For it was one of Nybar's scout-cats, expertly trained.
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A tragedy, but there are more cats in the world. And the cat (Glipkerio)'s
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purpose has been accomplished.
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Nybar, hearing the yawl, ferally cocks his ears. Then he
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disappears... Jubjub hears a whisper in his ear. "You take the ones on the
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left, I'll talk to the fellow who's been following us." Right now, you are
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probably wondering about Nybar's seeming omniscience, unless you've seen
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Nybar in action. Well, Nybar simply keeps his eyes and ears open. And he
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has thousands of eyes and ears, for he never lost contact with the essential
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animals of the world as most humans did when they moved to the cities.
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As Nybar runs towards the Blue Volvo which Gramsky thought was
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concealed, Jubjub takes a grenade from the back of his van. He throws it
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towards the bushes which he knows some of the mercs inhabit. This is
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confirmed by a flying leg. With this accomplished, Jubjub quickly grabs a
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light-weight Sub-Machine Gun and ducks under his van, knowing that open
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return fire will be the retort to his argument. He only hopes that the
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waitress doesn't get tagged: she's been dragged into all of this totally
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against her will. While spraying all the bushes he can with the SMG, he
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rolls behind a tree. There isn't return fire following him anymore, if
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indeed there ever was. He crouches behind the tree and attempts to hear if
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anyone is still alive.
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Meanwhile, Nybar has stealthily glided towards the Blue Volvo, and
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now crouches behind it like a cobra ready to strike. Suddenly, he does,
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slamming the butt of his gun (a beretta) against the window, shattering it.
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He pistol-whips Gramsky in a workmanlike manner, and hops in, pushing
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Gramsky out of the driver's seat and taking the wheel. After starting the
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car, he runs it into a merc (who was trying to sneak up behind Jubjub) at 90
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miles an hour.
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Jubjub is barely distracted by the merc's virtual explosion under the
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Volvo occurring right next to him. He's too busy going hand to hand with
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another one of the squad sent against him, incidentally the one that killed
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Glipkerio the Cat. Jubjub uppercuts him but catches a left jab to the solar
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plexus. The merc attempts to pull a knife out of his boot while Jubjub is
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struggling for air, but Jubjub kicks him over, and then with a supreme
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effort throws him into the river.
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Nybar stops the Volvo, and (holding Gramsky) hops out.
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"It looks like we finally have a good lead on our competitors for the
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prize: a hostage!" gloats Nybar.
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Jubjub laughs, and pokes Gramsky. "So, where can we find your
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employer, piece of shit?"
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"The pent... pent..." Gramsky's fedora falls off, and his eyes bug
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off.
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Nybar kicks Gramsky in the back of the knees, dropping him to the
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ground
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"SPIT IT OUT" he demands.
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"THE PENTAGON" Gramsky piteously shouts.
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"Ok, and what is your employer's name?" Jubjub asks with a sneer
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At this point, three things happen in the space of five seconds:
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1. A gunshot rings out, and Gramsky falls dead.
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2. Nybar raises his Beretta and another gunshot is heard.
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3. The wet and dark figure of Glipkerio's killer falls back into the
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river.
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"SHIT!" yells Jubjub.
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"Stay calm," says Nybar "and listen carefully. We need to get out of
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here. Okay?"
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Jubjub nods, not wanting to talk and sound foolish.
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"So, lets get the fuck out of here, alright?"
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"Y-yeah..."
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"Meet up back at the apartment, I'll brief my employees there. It's
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obviously too dangerous to move out in the open, we need information. Lets
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go."
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Without another word, the brothers hop into their respective vans and
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drive off. About half an hour later sirens ring out as the police arrive.
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But they find nothing but a mystery.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #769 - WRITTEN BY: NYBAR - 7/28/99 ]
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