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</div>Actually, Nena hadn't seen the young guy in the gas station.  It was that butt ugly Confederate greatcoat that Cornelius had worn most of his life in support of the Confederacy that she had spotted and recognized.  Most remaining residents of this town were probably dancing in their parlors, happy that the old buzzard was finally dead.  How his son Tobias would react was a different matter.  They hated each other.  But did they hate each other enough that Tobias would let his father's death go unavenged?  Probably not.  And while it might not have seemed like she'd heard Cooper's warning about keeping their voices down, she had.<br/><br/>"Russky?" she exclaimed, then glared at Cooper.  "Did Alabama get invaded by the Aussies and Russians while I was out of state?  Shit!" She took one last savage kick at the body of Cornelius, and then calmed down.<br/><br/>"First, we need to get to Havenshire to warn them of what's coming their way.  I'll  probably have to hang around long enough to corroborate your story, Cooper.  Then I'll race back here to get you," she added, looking at the Russian.  "I'm not sure why I'm bothering with you, but things are about to get ugly around here.  And you just killed the father of the man who's about to cause all that chaos."<br/><br/>Nena fished in her pocket and pulled out the key to her Aunt Sadie's house, handing it to the Russian.<br/><br/>"That alley behind the gas station goes behind my Aunt Sadie's house.  Red garage and yellow privacy fence. The key is to the back door. Lock yourself in and spend your time looking for the shells that go to that shotgun over the fireplace.  I don't know where they're at, but you might need that gun.  And if I get here before Tobias, you'd better be quick out that back door and onto my bike. Understand?"<br/><br/>She didn't wait for a response, as she climbed on the bike, holstered her 45 and told him, "Let's go.  Take a left at the next intersection."