Flying Death
I say, getting to my feet.
Grouch moves in, standing next to Missile as he takes in the ink. It means nothing to me but I’m glad Missile knows about this stuff.
“Caught him within our border, truck full of weapons, some coke. Seems like he was just trying to cut through, maybe trying to get to somewhere else. Only we’re not a shortcut, we’re your last stop,” Buddy says, crossing his arms.
Buddy’s a hell of a tracker, he’s sharp and quick. Someone you want on your team in a pinch for sure. But a killer, a torturer? Nah, not even close. He’s probably the least intimidating person under this roof.
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