(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Neo-Nazi_Skinhead.jpg/220px-Neo-Nazi_Skinhead.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Somewhere completely different.</em><br/><br/>Zachary Durmstrom was getting a workout. He usually was when he was finishing up the wetwork. Ethan was great at charming the ladies, but they'd never get any meat without Zack busting his butt, or at least not the sort of meat Ethan was promising, and usually delivered. Granted, Ted and Mack probably did not appreciate the effort both of them put into their plans.<br/><br/>Not like what they thought mattered though, seeing as how the cement mixer had just about covered them up by now. Normally he'd have put them out of their misery, but, silly goose that he was, he completely forgot his gun or one of his knives. Ah well, it'd work out. The two Southwall senior boys were thoroughly gagged, and this shack was out in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere. He'd just finish things up, get in the car, go home, grab a beer, and wait for Ethan to report. He had the boy's state IDs, their student IDs, and was going to edit both of them with pictures of him and Ethan tomorrow when he got around to it. He'd finish the complete theft of their identities and replacement of their lives later in the week when some contacts finished doing what they were paid for.<br/><br/>Zack observed his handiwork, nodding in appreciation for a job well done, even if he did say so himself. The two young men were completely covered up, so now he just had to smooth the floor out a little to make it look legitimate and he could finally go home. As he finished spreading the cement out, he had a thought. If Ethan had drunk the last beer and hadn't gotten a new case before going to a party he was already guaranteed to get smashed at, he was gonna kill him this time. That shit had to stop, meat or no meat.