Mort tapped Gabo frantically who wasnt paying him any mind looking far and wide for things for them to kill. They were killers. It was their job.

Finally getting irrated enough he slapped Mort and started to pay attention to him...only because he had to though.

They were positioned high up in a tree.

With out grabbing Mort, Gabo's slap would have been his doom.

On a large flat tree limb, offering ideal vantage points allowing Gabo who had the best eyes of the bunch to call the shots. Mort sniped whatever Gabo brought to his attention.

Gabo didn't need binoculars he could see far off into the distance with his natural eye sight. But he was a horrible shot. As Mort was not. but otherwise not so useful. They often teamed up to kill and steal.

It was thier job. And belief.

Part of the Cult named after violence.

They were very hard to reason with only respecting strength.

Members of the Violent Cult, once intent on committing violence wouldn't stop killing and stealing until killed themselves.

They loved such a vicous cycle so much Violent cult were known to spare people close to whoever they killed so they could come back for revenge.

Either allowing them to kill again or Die along the way.

A Violent Cult members ultimate wish is usually to be killed while killing others.

"Gabo, Gabo, look!

That man you told me to kill for the awesome loot.

I killed him dead watch his body drop and everything.

Mort was being his usual self annoying and long winded.

"So. Get the damn point Mort!"

"Well the damndest thing happend you see.

He burst into flames. Taking everything he had with him when he burnt up.

Nothing to show for the kill but scorched earth Gabo! It was spooky i seen it with my own eyes."

Gabo wanted to shove Mort off the tree for making up such bullshit instead of just saying he missed the shot.

The gear that young dark skinned man wore would have been truly worth the looting.

Gabo shrugg his shoulders and smiled

"Well can't kill'em Mort cheer up. I spotted another kill!"