Prologue 17
"Mr Miller, the new batch of hounds are
fierce and the qualities we need." Carly Merrill, his dog trainer told the
man himself. The new batch was a pack of five dobermans from Europe. Carly
wanted a new batch every three years. He rotate off his batch of five dogs; he
held two batch for the place.
"Tell me what happened to
the last incident." Paul asked the trainer.
"The snoop dropped some
large chunks of raw meats with the blood on it. It diverted the dogs for him to
run the extra yard, but I got him down with the M1." Carly was a Army
Sniper.
"Are those in the pen
now?" Paul asked when he point to the hounds there. They been drugged and
were groggy on their feet.
"Yes." Carly replied.
He brought in the new batch of dogs. "These are their replacements."
Carly released the new batch into
the pen, and there was a dog fight going on there. Its was like fixed matches;
they knew who was going to win. According to Paul, its a doggone world; we
fight to win. He had his boys learned that, so
they would be smart and cruel out there. It was how he controlled his
turf. The ones that disobeyed his words are sent here for the hounds hunt.
Everyone knew of the Miller hunt;
they just preferred not to be get involved.
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