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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dean put as many miles between them and the hospital as he could. He knew there was little chance of the nurses in the ICU ward forgetting what had happened. People tended to remember a lot when there was gun play, murder, and demons smoking out of someone’s body. He set their course for Tennessee to see Bobby’s contact, but it was going to take a while to get there. Every so often he glanced to the back seat where there was a sleeping vampire. The guy was out the rest of the day, and showed no signs of stirring when Dean finally pulled over on a back country road to try and get some sleep himself.

A little after midnight Dean’s phone began to ring. It woke him out of a sound sleep, and with a deep groan he felt around his jacket and grabbed the little black object, flipped it open and held it to his ear. "Yeah?" He answered hoarsely, the sound of sleep still on his voice.

"Dean Winchester?" Asked a frightened woman on the other end of the phone.

The older Winchester was immediately alert and smacking his brother on the arm to wake him as well. "Yeah, I'm Dean."

"My name is Shelly Arnold. I tried calling John and his message said to call you. Something is in my house. It's trying to tear us apart. Please....Please hurry." She pleaded, her voice full of tears and terror.

"Where are you, Shelly?" Dean asked seriously, all trace of annoyance and fatigue gone.

"I'm at two-zero-five Baron Caste Road, Silver City, Texas. Please...I don't know what to do." She pleaded again before hanging up the phone.

Dean let out a deep breath and looked to a very awake Sam who raised his eyebrows. "A woman named Shelly Arnold in Silver City Texas. She says something's tearing them apart." He repeated.

Sam shrugged. "Then let's go."

Dean looked to the back seat. Liam was awake and upright, looking back at him. “I know we promised to help you, and we will, but duty calls. How do you feel about a ride to Texas?”

“I understand,” Liam nodded. He wondered if they were ever going to get to his case if they kept taking jobs whenever they popped up. There was always something that needed killing. Jason had made time for him, but that was after they’d fallen in love, so he supposed the comparison was hardly fair. It had only been what, two days? He was going to have to be patient. Plus, Silver City, Texas wasn’t a bad place to go. He had his own secret there, that he was going to keep to himself for now.

Sam took a map out of the glove compartment and started plotting their course again. The corners of Dean’s mouth curled up as he pulled back on the road, and Liam observed that he looked at peace, like he was happiest speeding down the road toward the next job. Yep, he reminded the vampire a lot of Jason. And no, he was not going to fall for another hunter.

He grabbed a bag of blood out of one of the two coolers they now had and drank it down. Then he turned sideways with his back leaning against the door directly behind Dean with his feet up on the seat. That was the most comfortable way to sit in a car on a long ride, and this was going to be a long one. The only sound in the car was the music coming from the radio, besides the two beating hearts that only the vampire could hear. “You know a lot about me now,” he said, thinking it might be nice to fill the long ride with a little conversation. “Any information you’d like to volunteer?” It couldn’t hurt to get to know each other since they were probably going to be stuck together for a while.

“Nope!” Dean snapped and pushed down on the accelerator, making the car go even faster. Sam looked confused as if he’d missed something, but he didn’t say anything either. The younger hunter figured it was best not to.

Liam sighed. “I didn’t tell you I killed my sire, did I? I hated him with every fiber of my being, so it wasn’t that big a thing. I only stayed with him long enough to learn what I needed to know, then one night after sex, which made me want to puke... off with his head...”

“Anyone ever tell you you talk a lot!” Dean growled and pressed on the gas even harder as he turned up the radio.

“Sorry...” Liam threw his hands up. Dean was becoming really hard to figure out. It was like the two of them were doing a complicated dance. Dean would take a step toward him and seem to be accepting and cordial, then he would take two steps back and get angry about something. Liam couldn’t help but think it would be very handy if he could read minds like the one character in that Twilight series he’d picked up out of curiosity. Then again, his luck, Dean would be like the girl and not be readable.

The hours very slowly ticked by. Liam wondered how the two hunters did this day in and day out. Did they always ride in silence, or were they just quieter than normal because he was in the car? These were questions he really wanted to know the answer to, but he was just going to have to wait until the brothers felt more comfortable with him. Obviously poking the bear that was Dean was not a good idea.

They were in a bit of a hurry, so the brothers took turns driving. One would drive while the other slept. During the daylight hours Liam obviously had to hide under the blanket and try and sleep himself. With the sunlight beating through the windows of the enclosed space it was kind of hot and stuffy under there, but Liam would endure what he needed to to get his humanity back.

It took almost two days to reach their destination. It was around seven in the morning when Dean pulled into the parking lot of a little motel on the outskirts of Silver City. Sam got out of the car and headed into the office, coming out a little while later with two key cards in hand. He opened a rear door and leaned in to shake Liam awake since the vampire had recently dozed off. “We there yet?” Liam asked groggily.

“Yeah,” Sam answered. “We’ve gotta go see Shelly, and you...”

Liam got the gist of what Sam was trying to say. It was daylight and he was useless to them. They were dropping him off at the hotel so he didn’t have to hang around in the back seat of the car under the blanket all day. “And I’ll wait here.”

He took the offered key card and grabbed his bag and a cooler of blood, carefully getting out of the car and awkwardly making his way to the room Sam had gotten them. The brothers drove off, leaving him alone for the first time in four days.

The first thing he did was draw the curtains quickly. Then he settled himself into a bed, propping himself up with pillows. It was weird, he’d grown used to the sound of at least one heartbeat always thrumming in his ears and the constant smell of blood nearby. Now he was alone and it was unsettling. It was funny how small things could worm their way into your brain and set up shop so that you missed them when they were gone. He was tired though, so eventually he fell back asleep.

He was woken by a knock at the door. Wondering who the hell it could be, he got up to answer the door. He stepped back and his eyes went wide as he saw a dark haired man dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. “James?”

“Yep, it’s me, dear sweet Liam,” the demon stepped into the room and wrapped an arm around the vampire’s waist to pull him close.

Liam suppressed the groan that wanted to come out and pretended he was happy to see his old friend. It wasn’t that James was that bad, just, why the hell were demons suddenly coming out of the woodwork left and right when he was trying to get two hunters to trust him? James was always good for a roll, and it had been a while, but then was really not the time. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked.

“Word has it you’re running around with hunters,” came the reply.

Liam pulled back. “What does that have to do with anything?”

James took another step forward so that they were close again, a hand reaching out to run down the vampire’s arm affectionately. “Wesley thinks you’re completely off the reservation, but I told him I know my Liam. I mean, they just happen to be the sons of the only hunter who ever got away from you? Please. I know you’re working an angle. It took a bit of convincing, but I got Wesley to agree to let you in on our plan. We are working on a common goal.”

“How well you know me,” Liam forced a smile and leaned in to plant a heated kiss on James’ lips. If nothing else, he needed to hear this plan. He also knew that with trust as strained as it was between him and the hunters, he would need proof.

The kiss did its job and got James’ attention. “How long do you think they’ll be gone?”

“Long enough I’m sure. They’re very thorough. They won’t leave a single stone unturned.” He lured James further into the room, closing the door while nibbling on the demon’s neck juts the way he liked it. James was so predictable. The demon sat on the bed looking up at Liam with hungry eyes.

Liam went to his bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of lube, and also a little digital tape recorder. He set them both on the dresser and pressed record. “Liam, what are you doing?” James asked, looking a little curious.

“Nothing to concern yourself with," Liam's voice sounded nonchalant as he turned back to his guest. “Just a little something to fill the lonely nights until this is over.” James just grinned at him evilly, clearly not suspecting any deception as Liam joined him on the bed. "Now, I know you're anxious to get started, but tell me more about this plan. Come on, it'll excite me."

James laughed. "You always were a strange one, but I like that about you. Wendy, don't know if you remember her, but she made that call asking for help. If they find anything there, it will be pieces of the family."

"And they'll really want to figure out what did it," Liam surmised as he helped James get his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. "Tell me, what am I supposed to do? Here, I think I've changed my mind, I want you in this chair."

James quickly obliged, the tent in his jeans telling Liam just how much he was looking forward to what he thought was coming. Liam dug back in his bag and pulled out a pair of titanium handcuffs that looked a little bent in places. While licking the side of James’ neck, Liam pulled the demon’s arms behind his back and cuffed him. "Oh, Liam, you really are a freak. I mean that in a good way though."

"You're losing focus, my dear. Plan now, fun later." Liam moved a hand between the demon’s legs and massaged the erection with just a quick rub. He knew exactly what buttons to push.

James gave out a long low moan and arched his hips up to signal he wanted more. "You fucker, you're such a tease! Alright, you're supposed to take advantage of the fact you were with that filthy hunter, which I fully forgive you for, by the way. Use whatever mumbo jumbo crap you have to to get the hunters to the warehouse on Rosewood Avenue. That's where we'll be waiting, all eight of us."

"And you take the boys alive?"

"Yes, if we can. Then we text a picture of them to daddy and tell him if he doesn't show his precious sons are toast. They're toast anyway, but..."

"But John is smart,” Liam pointed out, his fingertip making lazy little circles on the back of the demon’s neck. “He was too smart for me, which is rare. He'll have some kind of plan. What do you propose to do about that?"

"Well, we figured we'd leave John to you. You see, you didn't get your mitts on him back in San Fransisco, but if we got him to the warehouse... You took down Jason Walker in a fight. You didn't kill him because of that silly pipe dream of yours, but still, you're the only monster to do so. John Winchester should be no problem, and he won't be expecting a vampire in the mix."

"Thank you, James. Now comes the fun," Liam's voice was dripping with anger. Calling his one and only passion a silly pipe dream had touched a nerve. He was going to enjoy what was coming next, though James really wasn’t. The vampire dug back in his bag for his trusty knife. The brothers didn’t leave him with any holy water or anything, so his knife and knowledge of symbols was all he really had. The first thing he did was carve a symbol into James’ skin that would lock him into his meat suit. Liam didn’t need his old friend to smoke out as soon as he figured out what was really happening and run back to hell to tell everyone that the vampire he trusted knew everything and really wasn’t on their side.

James hissed at the pain. "Liam, what are you doing? I know love hurts, but..."

"Shut up!" Liam barked. "Now you're going to tell me who's in charge." He carved another symbol used for torture, the host’s blood dripping down the exposed skin.

James screamed in agony. "Wesley! I told you! God, you really are off the reservation, aren't you!"

"Was never really on it." Liam carved another symbol and another scream followed. "Who's pulling Wesley's strings?"

"Go to hell, you bastard! I trusted you!"

Liam smirked as realization finally dawned on James. The demon had been dead wrong about him. The next ten minutes was spent with Liam carving every torture symbol he knew all over James’ exposed back and chest, asking the same question with little result. There was just lots of screaming and hurled insults. Alright!" James panted finally. "Please, no more! I really don't know who's above Wesley's head. He wouldn't tell me because he thought I would tell you."

"Smart of him," Liam chuckled. "I guess if you really don't know anything more, you're of no use to me." He walked over the dresser and turned off the recorder. He had his proof. Then he returned to James, reaching toward the only piece of untouched skin right over his heart. There Liam carved the symbol that would kill James, and unfortunately, his host along with him. It was regrettable, but needed to be done.

He watched James writhe and make guttural sounds that made the vampire’s skin crawl a little. A few minutes passed, and James was finally dead. Liam now had a new problem. He had a dead body cuffed to a chair, and it was daylight so he couldn’t clean up his own mess. He was a little stuck. He did the only thing he could think of and pulled out his phone and found Sam’s number to call him. “I got a little problem,” he said when the phone was answered.

"Hey, what's up Liam?” Sam greeted him. “What kinda problem?"

"Well..." Liam looked to the dead body handcuffed to the chair. "An... old friend... came to visit. I tortured him, but all I could get was that there's a plan to get at your dad by using you two as bait." It was in his best interest to be honest at this point and tell the hunters everything he knew. "It's supposed to be a job that lures you two in, maybe even the job you're at now. It's an ambush. Then they get your dad, kill him, then kill you two, and are free of the whole family in one straight shot. Anyway, I got this body now, and the sun is up, so I'm a little stuck with it "

“We’re on our way,” Sam said and hung up.

While Liam sat on the edge of one of the beds hoping like hell the brothers would put a little faith in him, there was a second very loud knock at the door. "Open up!...Police! I have a warrant to search the premises!" a deep gravelly voice came from the other side of the door.

Liam groaned softly. If it really was police, oh, this was bad. He had a dead body that was shirtless and had been carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey! He had to think of something! Trying to make as little noise as possible, he headed into the bathroom. The window was big enough for him to slip out, but the daylight was a problem. There was a clump of trees that would provide much needed shade about two hundred yards away. Could he make it without too much damage? For the time being he decided to lock the bathroom door and pretend he wasn't there. He couldn't be arrested, no matter what. If it came down to killing a police officer, well, maybe his two new friends would understand... Actually, no, they probably wouldn't. He wasn't supposed to kill, but then, what the fuck was he supposed to do?

"I have the keys. I'm opening the door! I just wanna talk. Surrender and we can end this peacefully," the strange man called out.

Yeah, sure, just surrender and everything would be fine! When the door opened his body tensed. How the hell did this guy get in?

"Come on out, Liam! Let's talk," Dean’s voice echoed through the room, sounding a little tense. That answered that question. Whoever this guy was, it seemed the brothers knew him. Great. Another hunter!

The door unlocked and only opened a crack for him to peek out. Dean's body language was a little off as well. The man was ready for a fight. "Put down all your weapons and I'll think about it," he called back, noting that they each held something He had to remain calm and collected. Panic would only cloud his judgment and greatly lessen his chances of clearing up this mess.

Both Dean and the strange man got a little smirk on their lips that looked identical. Dean didn't put his machete down, instead he slid it into a sheath that was lying against his thigh. Sam tucked his blessed silver knife into his jeans and the man put his 9mm into his belt. "The weapons are put away," the man said, his dark eyes glistening with confidence. "Now, we can do this easy way where you let us in and we talk about this like a group of men. Or......we can do this the hard way where I light your ass up with dead man's blood and we interrogate you." With a shrug, the man’s tone had gone from snark to downright cold.

"Let us in, Liam," Dean's tone had no patience in it, nor did the expression on his face. "Trust me, you don't wanna fuck with us on this."

Liam watched as the weapons were put away... within close reach. "Being rational adults is good," Liam nodded, trying to assure himself. He opened the door and stepped out just at the edge, ready to lock himself back in the bathroom if the need arose. He swallowed hard and pointed to the tied up body. "Sulfur... around the body on the carpet. That'll prove he was possessed. And the marks, you should recognize them. Please... I'll tell you anything you want to know that I can answer."

The smell of the third man fully hit him. "You... you smell familiar. San Fransisco, about two years ago? He set a trap for me I was too smart for. I set a trap for him he was too smart for. If that was you, you know my pattern. Victims knocked unconscious from behind, forearm bite, neatly bandaged up. I don't hurt anyone, except for that hunter you were probably after me over, but... but... I swear if he hadn't been trying to kill me... Self preservation and all that." Then it dawned on him that the strange man before him must be none other than John Winchester. A whole new level of fear slammed into the vampire and it was all he could do to remain standing there instead of rushing back into the bathroom to lock the door and pray.

John scoffed and nodded his head once. "Oh yeah, I remember you. You try really hard to be good, but the fact remains, you are what you are, and like you just said...self preservation." It was plain to see where Dean got his stubbornness and his black and white views on monsters.

Liam’s eyes kept darting between the men in the room watching their hands. He looked into Dean's eyes, his own a little sad. "I really thought we were past all this. I... I spilled my guts to you. Granted, I didn't know you were actually listening, but you know my deepest, darkest secret."

Dean looked deep into Liam's eyes. "You did spill your guts to me when I was out of my body. But right now I'm looking at a dead demon's meat suit and you told Sam all about some kind of ambush to capture and kill all three of us. Lo and behold here's my father standing at the motel room door. I'm sure you can see how monumentally bad this looks for a vampire who's supposedly trying to earn our trust and become human again." The hunter's tone was almost hurt.

Sam looked from Dean, to his father, to Liam. "What did the Demon actually tell you?" The younger Winchester asked calmly, his tone still carrying the usual gentility.

Oh, good old Sam. The youngest Winchester was his in before, and no doubt would be again. “You can listen for yourselves.” Liam very slowly and carefully made his way to the dresser where the recorder was still sitting. He continued to keep a close eye on all three hunters while fiddling with the little device to get the recording to play.

The three hunters all looked surprised at Liam’s action when the whole thing started. John and Dean both knitted their brows as if they were skeptical of the evidence. Dean snorted a few times, anger, disgust, and confusion dancing in his eyes during the parts where Liam was clearly trying to seduce the demon to pull the information out of him. But as the session played, the hunters slowly began to actually relax. Dean looked much more comfortable when play time was over and the torture had begun. When the recording finished Liam turned the device off and turned to the hunters. "If I were Wesley, I would've fed James wrong information, but that's just me.”

"Why are these demons wanting to take us out so bad?" Dean wondered out loud. “I mean, it isn’t as if there aren’t always demons trying to kill us, but they don’t usually go after anyone quite like this. Usually, they just rear their ugly heads when you step into their mess.”

John looked at each of his sons and then to the vampire. With a deep breath he put his hands on his hips. "Probably because of me," he admitted reluctantly. His expression was weary and his broad shoulders dropped, showing how exhausted he was in dealing with his current situation. "I've been on the trail of the thing that killed your mother. I'm close. Damn close. Last week, I found some lore on a weapon that can kill it."

Dean and Sam looked at each other in disbelief. "Dad, what do you mean a weapon that can kill a demon? No weapon can kill a demon!" Dean said, sounding a little confused.

John reached into the back pocket of his jeans and brought out a sketch of an 1800’s era Colt Peacemaker that had a pentacle on the handle. "Back in the Old West, Samuel Colt, he was a hunter just like us, except on horseback. He made this Colt with thirteen bullets and it can kill a demon. It can kill anything. I know where it is. A hunter friend of mine has it. I'm on my way to get it."

“The demon you’re after must be the one Wesley is working for,” Liam interjected. “Oh, he made a good choice, Wesley is a crafty son of a bitch." He looked at the picture of the gun. It wasn't anything he'd heard about, but the concept of this particular hunter having a weapon like that made him a little nervous.

John sighed heavily, looking at the vampire. "I don't know you. and honestly, I'd have probably taken your head and been done with it. So I don't trust you as far as I can spit you." He said wearily. “But my sons have made you a promise apparently. We're going after that Colt. You can come with us, or....you can kick rocks. Make your choice, because those are your options."

Liam sighed, rotating his shoulder a bit. It still hurt to breathe because of that damn silver bullet that had been put into him. As much as he sort of trusted Sam and Dean, he really didn’t trust John. The man hadn’t made a move yet to kill him, but his mere presence was a little scary. "But that still needs cleaned up," he pointed to the body. "I'd do it myself, but I'm a little injured and..." he gestured toward the sunlight coming in the window. "A bit limited." Admitting injury to a hunter was probably not a good idea, but if John was as good as everyone said, he'd have been able to tell anyway. “If the gun is the bait for the ambush, I.... Well, forewarned is something I guess. So yeah, I'm coming with you. I'd feel better if I could find out if Alice knows anything, but... What do you need me to do?"

John let out a deep breath and looked at his younger son, the two of them trading looks and shrugs. It was a long moment before either of them moved or spoke. "When it gets dark you're gonna get rid of that body," John ordered, leaving no room for debate. It was a direct order. "I'm going to visit the hunter who has the Colt. In the mean time, you're going to tell us who Alice is and why she might have information." His tone was stern and powerful, almost like that of a military officer.

Liam weighed his options carefully before he spoke. These were hunters, not monsters, but could he really trust them with his most precious secret? "Fine," he sighed finally. "I'm going to yet again tell you three something else I don't tell anyone. Alice is Jason's daughter, for all intents and purposes my step daughter. She reads tarot, and just kind of knows things, but, that's not why I have to see her." He looked at the three men, trying to figure out how to plead his case. "She's in a nursing home, here... actually. With everything happening I have to wonder why here, where my Alice is. I am..." he rubbed his hands over his face, "freaking the fuck out right now!" He started pacing erratically, clearly agitated. "I love that little girl. Well, she's not so little, she's ninety two, but... She can't defend herself anymore, and a nursing home staff is clearly not trained to watch for demons and... If anything happens to her, you never stop feeling responsible," he aimed the comment at John, not sure it would do any good, but he had to try. He was usually better at this, but was too rattled to think clearly. "Please, take me to her so I can see she's okay. You two can both go, by all means bring weapons, but only ones that can be well concealed. It's a nursing home." Sam caught his eye. The one with the soft heart. He looked the youngest Winchester in the eye, his own gaze pretty much begging. "She's my family." He moved in to grab the hunter's upper arm in a pretty tight grip, his face inches away from Sam's, his expression pained. "What would you do if it was your family?"

Both Dean and John tensed when Liam touched Sam as is they were afraid he was going to do something to really hurt him. Sam held up a hand into indicate to his dad and brother that it was all right. Warm brown eyes connected to silver, and it seemed even Sam wasn’t quite sure what to think. However, Sam’s expression was soft as if he were putting himself in the vampire’s place. He looked up to his dad and frowned as he pulled himself from the vampire’s grip.

“It’s up to you two,” was all John had to say. “Like I said, I don’t trust him, but I’ve only known him for all of ten minutes. It’s you boys that have been with him the last couple of days. If you think you can trust what he says enough... All I’ll add is don’t be completely stupid and go in defenceless.”

Sam then turned to Dean, and the two did that unspoken conversation thing they had a knack for. “You’ve gotta be fucking with me!” Dean cried, swinging his arm angrily. “First he tells us there’s some kind of demonic ambush plan to kill us all, now he pulls this family thing out of the blue and wants us to take him somewhere. I thought you had half a brain!”

“I do!” Sam argued back. “And the fact remains that you and dad would trust him more if he’d kept his mouth shut about the plan. We’ve been around him long enough for me to know he’s not stupid, Dean! If he was really in on the big plan he’d have just sat here like nothing had happened and found a much smarter way to get us where he needed us.”

“Listen to him,” Liam nodded, glad at least someone was sticking up for him. It seemed Sam had the level head in the family. Both brothers turned to glare daggers at him, causing him to shut up and stare at the floor awkwardly.

“Then how would he have explained the body?” Dean asked, pointing to exhibit A of his argument in the chair.

“If he was in on it there wouldn’t be a body to explain,” Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t you get it? It looks bad, but maybe that’s the point. These demons are clearly smart. Liam has proven that he’s smart. Only an idiot who didn’t know what they were doing would tell a person about an ambush, and then lead them into said ambush.”

“Sammy, sometimes the smartest thing to do is to look like an idiot.”

Sam was quiet for a moment, his hand moving to his mouth. He didn’t seem to have a counter argument for that. Then he moved over to the body. “Look at these marks. I do recognize some of them, and they are used by hunters. He could’ve only learned them from a hunter.”

“Yeah, he told me he was a romantic partner to a hunter once while I was out of my body. But that could’ve been bull crap. Hell, everything he’s told us could be complete bull crap. Chatty Kathy over there has been so open it’s weird.”

“Yeah, but it being the truth would explain how he knows the symbols.” Sam moved away from the body and back toward his brother. “And the symbols I recognize, I know what they do. Demons may organize when it suits them, but at their core, they’re out for themselves. What kind of demon do you know that would put itself through that kind of torture to further the agenda of another?”

“One who wasn’t given a choice.”

Sam motioned to the recorder. “Then how did he get that recording? A demon that wasn’t given a choice wouldn’t cooperate to make such a convincing recording. Those screams sounded pretty real to me, Dean”

Dean growled and lowered his head. It looked like his brother had boxed him into a corner he couldn’t get out of. “So, what’s your point?”

“My point is that if Liam is telling the truth about this woman being family... I mean, I can’t argue it’s kinda fucked up us trusting a vampire, but if we thought Dad was in danger, we’d move hell itself to save him. If all Liam needs is to go to a nursing home...”

“Yeah, bringing up the family angle with us, very smart.” Dean’s gaze turned to Liam as if studying him, and the vampire could feel it burning right through him. Liam forced himself to meet Dean’s steady stare though, and what he saw in those green eyes surprised him. There was confusion, and maybe the vampire was imaging it, but almost a hint of the guy actually wanting to believe him. Dean eventually let out a heavy sigh and took the sheathed machete that was tied to his leg and slammed it down on the bed, grabbing a small 9mm and putting it in the back of his waistband. “Get in the car!”
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