One was sitting against a tree cradling an obviously broken arm and the other kneeling on the ground spitting blood from a face that looked like it ha... collided with something big and fast. Turns out it was Jimmy's fist."Who are they?" I asked, although I already had a pretty good idea.Jimmy chuckled, "Well, they haven't been very forthcoming with information but I think it's safe to assume they're the assholes we've been expecting. Look!" He pointed the flashlight to a large canvas bag lying. Mike sat down on the bar counter stool and asked his brother “is everything ready?”“did everything as you instructed” replied Maurice.He added “I might have a good guess on what we’re about to do, but can you humor me and tell me what you’re planning?Mike chuckled “I got her to come here, and she’ll be here any minute. What we’re going to do is turn the camera on and record everything. You’re gonna give me a drink and I’ll offer her some. You’re gonna give her one, and I guess you already know. Nicely dressed, hair beautifully done, glasses framing a beautiful smile, and a figure that just curved like a dangerous set of S turns going down a mountain, that you know you should slow down on, but all the way down to her nice pair of Nike’s, I knew that those curves were parts I wanted to just hang on for the ride, and skate down to the bottom. Black jeans, pink shirt, and that red hair! I couldn’t get enough of looking at her as she walked away, but of course, just my luck, she would. Most were assassinated, often on behalf of one or other of their sons, who would then ascend to the throne. His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah was the subject of several attempts by Crown Prince Mustapha to overthrow him during the next fourteen years, though the young Prince never attempted patricide as a route to the throne. Thus it was that His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah was one of the fortunate few Emirs to die in his bed. He was rarely alone when he was in his bed,.