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So the crew slept that night. The next day was to be a tough one. The Be Boppin' Boyz were steppin' up on their turf, and they knew when someone had to be put down. So the next morning, they gathered in the War Room. They crowded around a map of the city. Wilkin made sweeping gestures over the graphic, and mumbled strategy. The rest nodded their heads, and fondled the guns in their pockets. It was time to go a'shootin. Wilkin, Tass, and Jurs were in the advance team. While the rest of the gang held their ground, They moved along the rooftops, looking for the perfect shot. They waited on the roof of the local soup kitchen, and dug in. They had brought donuts for lunch in their respective brown paper bags. They chowed down, then waited some more. Eventually, a group of Boyz came down their street, their leader in tow. Wilkin motioned and aimed his rifle. He lined it up, then nothing. Tass shook him, and Wilkin rolled, his eyes still open. He rolled off the roof. Tass knew he had only seconds. He pulled the trigger blind. Wilkin's aim had been true, the bullet shot through the head of one of the Boyz, and into the heart of their leader. He jumped up and began to run, but noticed Jurs wasn't with him. She was sobbing on the rooftop.

"He never got Hans to sleep with me!" She cried. Tass was deeply moved by the emotional display, but pulled her away as the shots began to ring out. They made it back to the main front to deliver the news to Talisman. At this point, the enemy had heard too, and they were in retreat. Talisman pulled everyone back into the HQ, and stood tall.

"We have to find this threat amongst us. We won this day, but we lost one of our best. One amongst us Poisoned Wilkin's donut. None of us are leaving this tent until I have someone to blame."

And so it was. Wilkin was killed. It is now Day 3, it will end at ( PM EST on Tuesday.