[b]1 Mile West of Union Stadium[/b]
"Jesus Christ! Yes I hear you!" He glanced back. He had already known it was Horace. With his cracked, dry, dismantled voice. "Horace it's me Brandon, Bramdon Kent. We were stationed in Union Stadium. And yes I saw what you did. You shot Robertson. You always had a grudge on him, and now you did it. You made look like a stray bullet, but I knew, I knew it was you." Brandon now turned around slowly, facing Horace, "You're a killer!"