Marg never woke him up. Said it served him right.The guest room in their big house included its own private bathroom, and Marg insisted that I could t...ke a bath or shower any time, even late at night. There was plenty of water, and the rooms were well sound-proofed. I had to admit to liking the idea. It had been a long day.It was another couple of hours before I thought about the shower again. The port had been wonderful, as is almost always the case with good company, and the three of us sat. The locks were the type with a series of rotating numbered barrels. He dialed each barrel to 666 and the locks popped open with a snap. ‘Yesss.’ The Kid hissed. ‘Totally worth it.’ The box contained a specialized Steyr AUG A3 rifle, an Austrian weapon made for the sole purpose of putting neat holes in someone’s ass with great expediency. He had paid dearly for it, but he justified the expense by telling himself over and over again ‘No one fucks with Jeremy Finch. Especially not some stupid. Nenu tatukolekha naa battalu vippesa anthe thanu naa moddani notlo pettukoni cheeku thondhi nijamga lanja kuda dhani cheekudu mundhu e matram paniki radhu nenu tattukolekha ossey nee ammani denga cheekave dommari dhana em cheekuthunnave ninnu bazaru lo ninchopetti cheekinchali bazaru munda ani boothulu matladanu dhanitho inka tattukolekha inka intimatega cheekindhi daggara daggara lo half an hour cheekina taravatha naku karetattu vundhe lanja baga cheeku notlo ne vunchuko anna adi baga cheeki. Every room seemed rife with treasure, and the two practiced thieves quickly filled their bags. Whenever they would find a smaller item of greater value, something large would come out of the bag and be deposited on the floor. Nevertheless, both bags were extremely heavy by the time the pair met at the door of the master bedroom.Victor had a bright smile on his face, knowing he had a fortune in precious metal, jewels, ivory, and art in his sack, picked up and pried from everywhere in the house..