But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[What if he hurts you, that's the first thought on the kid's mind but he doesn't voice it because the old man can take care of himself. Larry's far more versed in that realm, where men take the risk to commit crime, do time for it when they're caught, then come back and do some more because for them it's a goddamn way of life. Freddy Newendyke isn't that kind of man no matter how many times the things a cop does can be construed as criminal; they almost always have the law on their side regardless of who's right or wrong. Probably why men like White, Pink, and Blonde don't care for them enough to not consider a cop a real person.]

You talk to him, I'll check out who's already made contact with him.

[He curls his fingers back in kind and looks at Larry, giving him a nod. They'll work together on a fucking plan.]

[whitetwoguns]

On the network first. I'm not gonna say jack shit about you or Pink.

[Jesus fuck, Pink would be great about now. Stupid weasel. He's never around when you actually have a need of him. Sour thoughts, Larry has more faith in Pink than he ever will in Mr. Blonde. That's not to say much, the weasel ratted him out to Blonde when they were trying to figure out which way was fucking up at the rendezvous.

Feels like so long ago. Hell, feels like a whole other world. They're gonna jump right on into it again.]

Keep tabs on you and me, keep an eye open. If it turns out we gotta lay low, then we'll figure something out. The guy can't be everywheres.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah.

[Freddy nods again, agreeing. Sorry, Dimmy, he's just not good with his words right now but he knows what needs to be done and damn he will get this shit done to protect what they've got. To protect his own hide too.]

I'll kill him again if I gotta.

[The kicker is, Freddy Newendyke doesn't give a damn how many times he has to do it.]

[whitetwoguns]

If there's two sons of bitches that deserve to be dead its Hitler and Blonde.

[One more long inhale then he crushes out his Chesterfield in the ashtray.]

Don't go hogging all the fun. I'd love to take a crack at him.

[That says more about Freddy as a person and Freddy as a cop.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Sometimes he thinks Larry says shit like that only because he had to leave Freddy alone with the guy and look how that turned out, but he doesn't say this aloud. The old man can feel however he wants to feel.]

It's not fun.

[The kid clarifies however he won't dwell on the difference either. Freddy leans in to press his forehead against Larry's.]

It's okay. [They're gonna be okay...right?]

[whitetwoguns]

[Larry didn't want a witness and he truly didn't care about one more dead cop but the minute Blonde would have sauntered on to touch the kid, shit would have been ugly. Real ugly.]

Kidding. [Head to head now he rolls brown eyes upward to look at this man.]

I know. We're gonna be fine. I hate dealing with bullshit.

[If Blonde tries anything at all, Mr. White is going to make him sorry in every which way.]