(http://thegodmafia.com/Merch/LS/images/LS_Guy_thmb.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Dean Rundstedt<br/><strong>Time</strong>: about a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: none<br/><br/>Dean was at his usual place when he wanted to lay low, an old barn that was from like the 1800s.  His Mustang fit right inside out of sight, and he could listen to some tunes on his car radio or at night use the headlights inside to lite the place up.  Today was a normal day, he had another successful business deal and was just hanging low to celebrate.  He was laying on the hood of his car, a beer near by as he was counting his cash.  He looked over to the side where he left a bloody base ball bat, he grunted in thought before turning back to the cash "...have to bury that".  He didn't mind the deal really, some rich kid willing to pay him $5,000 for beating down his bully, it was a good deed in his mind.  he thought about these pansy emotional wrecks off themselves all over the country, all because they don't have the balls to take care of their bullies.  He shrugged after he got to four grand in his counting, mumbling to himself as he took a gulp of his beer "...just call me Superhero Dean".  He laughed at this joke, then went back to his counting.<br/><br/>Once the counting was done, he finished his beer and looked at his watch.  He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked back to the bat, "...alright..lets take care of you before she gets here and freaks".