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The dough plugging his bulletholes were dried now. As Holger walked outside his shop for his 4:30 morning jog before opening his shop, a gust filled with the grit and smoke of the city blew about him. Holger remained standing outside his shop – the wind continued, with the addition of some stale, blood-stained, bite-sized bits of dough. Jogging around the city, Holger saw some shiny peices of metal in the street. He reached downwards and examined the former companions to the bullets on the floor of his shop. Holger turned and looked into the glass window of the building and decided that he would help George Jefferson to take down Machelli and any others that stood in their way. Holger would of course need to persuade Jefferson. Holger returned to the shop and started making some more dough.