A very short round older Mexican man came in followed by four men carrying large bags, smiling widely, grabbed Marcus and hugged him. Shelly and Sam’s cries got louder, “No daddy, don’t let them have us, you swore”. Xxnx I wondered if I was walking funny because it sure felt that way. From left to right, the two guards, the banker, and Marcus with a gun in his hand as I expected. I fired three shots into the dark cat walk room, a man fell forward collapsing on the cat walk. Looking up the girls was standing at the door staring at the carnage. Powell, a grand day for business. “Excuse me, Marcus, can we have a word”?
