[Freddy doesn't know what's up. He doesn't know why he's without his belt. For all he knows John Cooper arrived just about to put it on. There are so many reasons, the last one he'd consider is suicide watch. Rubber gun squad shit.]
Here. I've got ten at home.
[Ten including Larry's. The kid gets down on one knee to unholster his sidearm. It's small, easy to conceal, and a well-placed shot can be lethal.] It's not much but.
[Any firepower helps. Right here on the street. It's not that crowded and they're both professionals who can make the exchange look like nothing because Freddy assumes John's going to take it.]
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Here. I've got ten at home.
[Ten including Larry's. The kid gets down on one knee to unholster his sidearm. It's small, easy to conceal, and a well-placed shot can be lethal.] It's not much but.
[Any firepower helps. Right here on the street. It's not that crowded and they're both professionals who can make the exchange look like nothing because Freddy assumes John's going to take it.]