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    ADMIN:  So far only I am involved in this thread concerning Francis Island
    But I would more than welcome anybody else who's interested in tagging along

    Francis looked around Havens-rest briefly once more before leaving after
handing Harry his notice.  He wondered if anyone would take him up on his offer.
    He walked out the door looking over and around his shoulder, not wanting
Waeg to get the jump on him.  There was no telling if the little man would know about the coming war yet.  Outside he was going to have to hurry to retrieve his weapons.
    Francis crossde the way an made his towards the ally where he had stored a
knife and gun.  Never could be to far from a set of weapons.  But this time it  looked like he may be to far.  Two big muscular men were moving with him as he  left Havens-rest.  Looks as if Waeg had planned the schism.  They would get him if he went for the weapons.  But if they were in a common place...
    Francis turned around and started walking back towards the pair.  He saw 
them stop nervously as Francie moved towards them.  Francis shoved both of his  hands into his overcoat pockets.  Inside his left pocket his hand circled a 
small rock.  No sense in being completely unarmed.
    Francie stopped between the two of them.  They were twins accept for hair   color.  A blond on his left, a brunette on his right.  They just stood staring  at him.  They hadn't been ordered to jump him in publice.
    "Can I buy you a drink boys?"  Francis asked, raising one eyebrow.
    The brunette shook his head and started to mumble something.  Francis's left hand was out of his jacket faster then an answer could be muttered.  The rock  and fist were smashing into the blond's throat, the other had just finished his refussal.
    "Oh my god, call the police," Francis yelled at the top of his voice.  The 
tone was surprisingly covered with shock.
    The brunette was already getting ready to make his own moves.  Francis was  backing away.
    "This man is hurt, somebody get a doctor," Francis continued to yell.

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