Death Broker The fabric of the American society is marbled by a constant slaughter of innocent men, women and children by fanatics using battle field weapons. It seems that not a day goes by without another report of a multiple shooting incident.

And it seems that those who provide the weapons have no conscience about how they make the weapons available. Brian O'Neill was on a quest to put billionaires who straddled the legal-illegal line in prison.

His quest focused on Remi Frensby a person who had setup a large network of gun shops across the US. From little on Remi had a gun in his hand.

He had learned to shoot when he was five and had absorbed the belief that gun ownership was a right that everyone should have. He had been told that it was not the gun that was at fault it was the person doing the shooting.

He was not taught to differentiate between a hunter who legally owned a weapon for hunting or the person who owned five AR 15 for "recreation" purposes. Over the years he built a gun shop empire across the country and made a fortune.

He straddled the line between legal and illegal actions and for years this had made him a fortune. Then he discovered that someone was checking into his business practices.

It took some time before he found out the name of that person. He decided that he needed to eliminate that individual.

He hired the best available assassin. The target, one Brian O'Neill, not only survived the attempt but killed the assassin in such a fashion that the finger of guilt pointed back to him.

He knew then that he needed to leave the country and go somewhere where he would be safe. He prepared to leave the country on his seventy-five-foot yacht.

His plans seemed fool proof. He hired enough body guards that he felt that wherever he ended up he would have a small heavily armed group of protectors.

The yacht was sailing out into the Gulf of Mexico when there was shooting that came from on board shooters, he saw speed boats approaching from behind the yacht and two helicopters overhead. His small army seemed to be holding their own and he was only a few miles from the international twelve-mile border.

He felt certain he would make his escape. Then suddenly one of his people was shot and as he fell down his slug loaded shot gun puncture one of the gasoline barrels that was stored on the main deck and the entire front of the yacht went up in flames.

He decided it was time to abandon the yacht. The last thing he remembered after jumping was that he was drowning and realized he was going to die.

The fact that the person that he had tried to kill had saved him had a profound effect on him. Even though he knew that this person was the one that had exposed his illegal actions and that he was going to face time in prison he bequeathed his yacht and his most treasured gun shop to him.

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