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[There must be some kind of universal attraction between this man and impromptu violence. There is a hard ker-splat noise, nearly comical. See, he's laughing in shock.]

Are you kidding me? Jesus. I seen somethings. But I never seen that before. He's blinking. Breathing. Is that how you take a picture?

[Nearby, slightly muffled.]

I have. Come on, Re-Animator.

[He presses a few buttons, believing it's off.]

What?

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Could be. No way he'd be that alert, not with how he's swaying.

[And if he is, if he's wrong--Larry's very sure that he's not--fucker's not going to live a minute longer. Back to that carefree little job at hand.].

You'd feel it first. Remember? Likely at the armpit.

[That's one of the first things that Larry learned, everyone's got their own approach.]

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[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.]

[What is he doing? Because really, he has no idea besides the fact that Freddy's doing the handy work. Larry lingers in the space around them. No shake visible. Mr. Fisher looks like he's traveling happily boozed.

Does Freddy have to touch him so much? There are only a few places to do it.]

[Another hardy pat on the shoulder sends Mr. Fisher on his way looking no worse for wear. Freddy waits until he's far enough to take up Larry's side again.]

We had beers at a New Years party, haven't seen the guy since he went in too deep at the tracks.

[A shrug goes here. That's what Freddy's good at, pretending to be someone he's not. Oh and by the way, there's a wallet in Larry's pocket now. The coinage isn't heavy in count but it's decent in color. What's more important is the apparent use of credit and some cards with symbols and phone numbers. Work hard win hard, or something.]

[Results speak for itself. Sorry he had ever doubted you. Slick move passing over the wallet to the back pocket. He likes that quite a bit. He unfolds the leather wallet to glance through it. Cards and numbers are a whole different value. They need to be investigated, then appraised. Speaking of praise]

Fucking ace, nice work.

[Larry hands back the wallet to Freddy, except he puts it into his back pocket this time.]

Round two? Lemme at it.

[Someone or something heavier than that for the comfort living side. That grand night out was a sizable dent. Oh looky there, some lady is talking on her phone. Oblivious to the world.]

[No protest here. The wallet fits nicely. Uh, a second target on the other hand...well, he grips Larry at the elbow lightly.]

Come on, we gotta take a look at the haul.

[Conflict of conscience, Freddy has it. Robbing a criminal is one thing, civilians are another matter. Their luck might run out prematurely. Besides, that old lady with the shears looks like she's about to go for the one on the phone. Don't get involved, Larry.]

[The two come together with all of the grace and beauty of a demolition derby. Snicker snack, snicker snack, goes the old broad and the shears. Gabby is losing her cool and it looks like she's going to lose something else.

God above, he didn't see that coming. Now he wishes they could stay to watch. It's like a Saturday morning cartoon come to life.

The matter at hand is that they've got something.]

Sure.

[Good walk away, Dimick.]

[Whew. Good work, Freddy.]

Third Exorcist, by the way.

[Referring to the Saturday morning cartoon over there, though he's pretty sure it's lost on Larry.]

I thought this kind of shit was a little too... [Hand wavering goes here.] beneath you.

[You mean absolutely lost on Larry. Someday they'll talk about cowboy films. He happens to like those quite a bit.]

It is little, but it gets results. And sometimes the challenge is the largest part of the pay off.

[This isn't the same as saying that he agrees. It didn't seem like any thing to Freddy. Smooth guy that he is, it's a walk in the park probably. They can get him a challenge too.]

How much you want to bet the casino is jumping while everyone's trying to get a head.

[Absolutely accidental pun. For being in such a good humor he doesn't crack a smile at it.]

[Cowboy films are cool. Cowboy TV too, James West and Artemus Gordon were the shit.]

. . . .

[He stares at Larry but doesn't miss a beat. Hand to shoulder, firm pat then a squeeze.]

Some of them got no body to play with.

[Rawhide, let's never forget Rawhide.

It's vaguely distracting getting touched by Freddy in public. Just saying.

...Okay, now he gets it.]

Oh, I ain't got no body. And no body cares for me.

[That's all he'll croon. It's ridiculous enough.]

Where are we headed?

[Snort. No really, Freddy just snorted. It's kind of endearing to hear that. Karaoke. One day, one motherfucking drunken day. The hand slides off now as he pulls his collar closer around his neck.]

You gotta quit while you're ahead. [Freddy should take his own advice.] You wanna go lookin' for that track?

There's gotta be a million of those.

[Cheap puns he means. Already they've pulled out what? Five? That's five too many.]

Nah. I'm thinking tacos though. Then we can take a look and see what we really got.

[He's always thinking tacos. They should take em to go in case if there's more head nonsense which...judging by the day is rolling doesn't seem impossible.

Then they can see whether or not they need to hit up anybody. If it were based on Larry alone, he'd just keep going til he was tired or forced to leave the area. Working with someone else evens him out, keeps him alert. Freddy especially. Gotta look out for the kid. Always.]

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