[Shiiiiiit. Okay. Freddy takes a breath, cigarette flicked across the sidewalk. He doesn't need to ask if Larry has his back. That's why he's not the one going into the scene, right? Mr. White's controlling the big picture.]
Could be a shank.
[Just saying. He makes his way towards poor Nick Fisher who's none the wiser. The things you gotta remember are the details. The details sell your story. This particular story takes place on an uncrowded sidewalk in an unnamed city. Freddy's approach is less than subtle, not the bumper car Larry prescribed. In fact he's talking to the guy, animated as always, hand on the shoulder, hand to the elbow. He's all hands, our Freddy.]
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Could be a shank.
[Just saying. He makes his way towards poor Nick Fisher who's none the wiser. The things you gotta remember are the details. The details sell your story. This particular story takes place on an uncrowded sidewalk in an unnamed city. Freddy's approach is less than subtle, not the bumper car Larry prescribed. In fact he's talking to the guy, animated as always, hand on the shoulder, hand to the elbow. He's all hands, our Freddy.]