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Jack did not know how it happened actually. I mean… it was all happening so fast like someone had hit fast forward or something and by the time he yelled it was too late… Goldie was dead.

They all stood staring at her as the lay flattened under the tree and finally someone said softly "Huh. How about that."

Jack tuned from the SUV he loved, the first gold coloured one he had ever owned… yeah Babs got it for him … and stared at the commenter "Excuse me Skidmark?"

"Well… I mean… it is supposed to have a reinforced roll age and shit. Able to withstand a bazooka attack and everything… a tank. I mean… fuck. The tree has… fucked it up good." Skidmark waved a hand at the squashed SUV, and then coughed to hide amusement "Toto is not even here for it to be added to HIS kill count ha know."

"This was not me!" Jack pointed to the carnage with open anger "I did not decide to cut the nearest fucking tree down regardless of size, weight or proximity to Goldie…. Did I!"

"Well… you parked there, said that you wanted the biggest tree and then opened the door and released him."

"Released… it is not like I un-muzzled an attack animal… fuck me! Who fucking gave him a chainsaw!" Jack roared "Ianto is gonna kill me."

Monkey was standing there, the chainsaw still thrumming in his hands as he grinned at what he had done and called out "Any more uncle?"

"NO" everyone roared together, swinging to look at the teenager and his wild eyes. The safety goggles on and the crazy hair made him a cross between the Doc of Back to the Future and Albert Einstein. Sadly… he was just as clever and Jack's eyes narrowed as he stared at the young man.

"Harley… why did you do that?"

"Well… like the Skid said… it's supposed to be a fucking tank. The tree should have just landed on it and been easier to strop down. The trajectory was true, my calculations correct … I think we need to have a talk with the guy this came from… cleanly the internal strengthening failed or was not there at all. The integrity of the shell could not hold. Babby was ripped off, she paid extra for that ya know!" he roared aback, and then lifted the chainsaw, now resembling Leather face off Texas Chainsaw Massacre "Well? More? Might as well do them."

"Do them" Animal snorted softly "Sounds like a right little Hitman there."

"Tad is not the one to worry about here" Imp said softly as he rubbed his face and glared at his best friend "Aunty Chrys is gonna go mad that he got hold of a chainsaw in the first place. I am sure we all remember the time he got one and cut up the old playground cubby house."

"Oh god… John. John is gonna be so mad too" Jack wailed as he threw his hands into the air.

"Come on Dad… he's the one who would have been in Goldie trying to back it closer!" Imp shrugged "It's not their fault … something wrong in their brain function there."

Jack could only nod then everyone started to run as the chainsaw started again.

Fucksake! "HARLEY!"