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sandwiches.
    Cort plucked one off the plate and plopped it into Jake's hand.  "Boy, eat one of those sandwiches.  It will do you some good.  Today's a big day."
    Reluctantly Jake began to force one down.  "Whaz iss?" he said, through a mouthful of sandwich, motioning towards the wrapped box.
    "Open it and find out," John said, grinning over the brim of his cup.
    Setting his own cup down on the kitchen counter and stuffing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, Jake walked over and studied the gift for a few seconds before leaning down and ripping the Rudolph the red nosed reindeer paper off.  A long tan rifle case with three latches lay underneath.  Jake's heart started pumping faster as he clicked all three latches one by one and lifted the lid.  Inside was just what he'd been hoping to find.  “ The Cleaner,”  Jake said in awe.
    “I know it’s a few days late,” John said, “but your first hunt just seemed a little more fitting than your birthday.”
    “Hell today is your real birthday anyway,” Cort said.  “Today you become a Hunter.”
    Jake picked up the gun, admiring it in his hands.  The smell of gun oil filled his nostrils.  He gently turned it over feeling the weight, then ran his fingers along the inscription carved into the barrel.   To my good friend, Roland Bishop.  The Cleaner, 1920--J.M. Browning.
    John got up out of his chair and walked up beside him.  Laying a hand on his shoulder he said, "Do you know how to use it?"
    Jake swallowed and nodded.  He knew everything about this gun.  It was a Winchester model 1901, 10gauge shotgun.  It had been designed for and given to his great-grandfather, Roland Bishop, by John Browning, one of the greatest gun makers to ever live.  He’d wanted to get his hands on it from the first time he’d seen it in action.  In Twister it had made short work of every vampire Cort had pointed it at.
    "Now remember, it's a lot different than the pump actions you're used to.  The barrel has been shortened to make it easier to use in tight spaces.  It holds a total of five shells,” John cocked the lever back, “and one in the chamber.  Take good care of her son.  She's old but she packs one hell of a wallop.  She'll clean out a vampire den faster than any gun I know."
    "Make damn sure to hold it tight to your shoulder when you shoot,” Cort added. “Otherwise it might break your collarbone."
    "Man this is awesome,” Jake smiled.  “Thanks Dad.  Thanks Grandpa.  You know,” he turned it over in his hands, “Arnold used one kind of like this in T2 ."
    "Arnold?  Who the hell is Arnold and what the hell is T2 ?" Cort said looking perplexed.
    "Come on Grandpa,” Jake rolled his eyes.  “Arnold Schwarzenegger?   Terminator 2 ?"
    "So he’s an Exterminator too?" Cort looked from Jake to John.  “Is this guy a hunter? Do you know him?”
    John burst out laughing. “Pop . . .” he shook his head.  “You really need to get out more.”
    "Grandpa, it's a movie! The Terminator . . . never mind," Jake rolled his eyes again.
    Cort stared at him over his cup of coffee, "Boy, you take good care of that gun.  That was my daddy's gun.  It ain't a toy."
    "Yes sir," Jake said growing serious.
    "Well boys," John said setting his cup in the sink, "I do believe it's time to go to work."
    "I reckon so," Cort said getting to his feet with a groan.
    Jake lovingly placed his new gun back in its case then laid Judgment next to it and latched the case closed.  Picking it up by the handle he followed his dad and grandpa through the kitchen into their garage.  John flipped on the lights.  Inside was John's old Ford F-250, he still hadn't managed to part with it.  Instead he’d had the engine rebuilt, the interior redone and a fresh coat of cherry red paint slapped on the outside.  John walked around and dropped the tailgate. 
    Two rifle cases were already loaded, as well as three duffel bags.  Jake slid his rifle case in next to them.  "All right