Lloyd pulled the concealed semi-auto from his jacket and turned to face the assembled Slig cronies.
"Is everyone ready?" He asked, loading the gun. The heads generally nodded in confirmation. "No fancy shit yet, I want a word with the fat fed in charge first".
Lloyd approached the front door.
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What the Fuck is this???Hobo, you make a Shit outta my posts
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