Ben handed the bag of money off to the wise guy. He stepped back behind Joe near Dan. He looked up towards the woods. It was a clear line of sight. Then he heard the words he had been keyed up to hear, [i]"What the fuck did you just say?"[/i]

Simultaneously, Ben [i]“Gigger”[/i] Giguere unholstered his Ruger .44 with Dan, bringing the sights up to engage one of  Mike LeBeau’s henchmen. With the revelation of the pistols, Preston Giguere, who was watching from a distant hill, he quickly lined up the crosshairs of his scoped .30-06 on the Canadian and slowly squeezed the trigger. The 180-grain projectile exited the muzzle of the rifle at 2700 feet per second. It closed the 300 meters distance in a fraction of a second striking the man at the neck, penetrating into the opposing shoulder where it could be eventually discovered inside the man’s right pectoral muscle. The projectile severed the carotid artery on the way in causing a six-foot long arterial spurt to paint the ground and anyone standing near him in warm blood.

Mr LeBeau’s face had a contorted pained look on his face as the bullet penetrated the trachea allowing his blood to seep into his lungs. He began to gasp and choke, slowly dropping to his knees as he drowned in his own blood. He spat the blood out upon the ground. He lay still on the ground as the blood oozed out of his mouth and the hole in his neck. His lips quivered from reflex as the life slowly left his corpse.

Ben searched for additional targets, engaging when available. He lowered his stance to a kneeling one aware of where Dan and Joe were at all times. Preston scanned the scene to find anyone attempting to flee the area. He cocked the rifle and engaged anyone who did not remain with Dan, Joe and Ben.