Heston stands looking at the mad individual spouting random shit and waits for the man to take a breath 

"So you say this is aimed at the cities of Chicago and Detroit because of Constipated? Then why are citizens from other cities dying?" Heston ponders some more "Its seems more like a situation where the shooter moves from city to city shooting at people with a few or less body guards then an actual plot"

With this Heston stands back and waits for some answers 

Looking over at the little civilian, he tilted his head to the side slightly, a little confused.

"8-0. Do you know what that means?"

"8, is the number of times you have mentioned Constipated. 0, is the number of members you have killed from his family."

Shaking his head at the group of imbeciles, he continues, "In fairness, the expectancy of talent from your bunch wasn't very high in the first place but at some point, even you need to acknowledge how stupid this is."

While she had read over the missive that had been sent to her fearless leader, she knew what would be coming and could hardly contain her glee as she hailed a taxi-cab to take her straight to the streets.  The great family line of the attention-seeker was back and Grace was almost certain the entertainment would increase ten-fold at the very least. When the cabbie pulled over her brilliance was proved correct, for there he stood in the same spot as his father's before him, the same lackey desperately trying to keep the metaphorical and physical spotlight on him. Paying her fare she quickly joined Heston slipping him one of the brownies she brought for this dinner and show. 

As it concluded she laughed, "Guess who got a word-of-the-day calendar in their Easter basket this year." Grace said, "Looks like he cheated and skipped ahead a few days." Taking a bite of her brownie she looked around, "Shoulda brought a lawn chair or something," she said before shrugging and staying put. 

"I see that your ancestor learned from Constipated and passed the knowledge on to you." Grace called out, "For you appear to be full of shit." 

 Terrah heard a shot whiz by her  head. Apparently this rogue took a pot shot at her and missed. Well Lady Luck seemed to be with her this morning. She would have to buy her a shot of whisky as thanks.

  She was going to go about her days business as usual then heard the ranting ramblings from a supporter of the rogue.  Something caught the attention of her ear. 

Just visit the dead and contact him directly to tell him to say sorry. Then the killing stops and the healing can start.

 She looked at the speaker and said." So you want Constipated to visit the dead, which I am sure will happen as usual after the rogue is dead, and you want him to tell the rogue to say sorry?  Then the killing stops and healing starts?  She shakes her head Perhaps I misunderstood what you said, perhaps.

"Can we get a clarification for the connection then please and you missed my question" Heston sits next to grace and  consumes the brownie 

"Heston, I am happy to confirm that the who should be why.

For more info _{go here and say your piece}."

Heston looks up at the man speaking and giggles HERO seems to have a personal issues in his trouser department its tenting slightly in the crotch "Seeems like this has given you an issue why don't you go take care of that we don't want anymore accidents" 

I can see  as usual you folks deflect, not entirely unexpected. I guess you did not realize that you are asking Constipated to make the rogue say sorry.   Yes the obvious link is that  they were all killed by a rogue who wants to be forced to apologize for being a rogue.

  As far as what you say about Hunter and Constipated it seems they are just mirroring what the  KuKuline has been doing for  many generations, the kukuline has  done exactly what you are saying Hunter and Constipated did.  That is a classic example of  do as I say not as I do.

Shocked, hunter stumbles over to the bumbling moron spouting off about him. He’d had a few whiskeys and really felt like punching someone square in the face. 
 

I challenge you, self proclaimed Hero, to produce any information thing me to any killings, in any capacity. 
You have successful inherited the bullshit gene from your forefathers. 

Aqua wipes her hands on her pocketed apron and steps out the front door of her herbal shop. Hearing the commotion of yet another mad rambler in the street, she almost dismissed the fuss, until she heard the name Hunter. Then the accusations flew and she walked in for a closer few of the frail civilian spouting bullshit between missing teeth. 

"Have you gotten into some bad drugs? What proof do you have of Hunter extorting anyone or involvement in a murderous rampage"?

Aqua knew many a substance to cause hallucinations and surely this small person must be on the verge of an overdose of drugs or perhaps plain stupidity. 

She points and laughs at the civilian, "Look at you now, trying to twist words when you are caught lying".