“They’re extra, you mean. You’re trying to give me your scraps and make a pretty penny while
He opens and closes his mouth, trying to dispute my claims, but he can’t.I hold up a hand to silence him before he can even try to lie. “I don’t care that you’re trying to
unload your leftovers on me, but I do care that you’re charging me full price for them.”
“They’re all good guns. Shoot straight, no serials. Completely scrubbed.”“And they’ll be completely useless to you unless you bring the price down by half.”The man grinds his back teeth together, jaw clicking back and forth, thinking. He’s annoyed at thedeal, but he knows I won’t give him any better. Some of my men claim I’m too lenient because I’drather compromise than smash someone’s face in. But they don’t see the busine
