"They say we are asleep until we fall in love
We are children of dust and ashes
But when we fall in love we wake up
And we are a god and angels weep
But if I die here tonight
I die in my sleep"
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"You got your break-action singles, your side-by-side, your over-unders, and the classic pump-action. All guaranteed to supersede every other on the market."
"None of these is semis."
"Aw, what do you need semis for, couple bad-asses like you?"
"Whatever this army is, they're planting men by the dozen, Turk. No semis, no deal."
"Man, I seen you shoot. No semi's gonna magically make you have good aim. Saw these off, spread your blast, and thank me later, 'cause you ain't no deadeye."
"What'd you just say?"
Matt threw one of his fighting sticks at the man's face, which knocked him out. Rhea laughed cause she thought it looked really funny. She followed after him and gave him a scolding look when he slammed Turk's hands in the trunk by jumping on its hood. She pulled her staff out and knocked the weapon out of one of the men's hands before slamming the other end in his face.
Rhea saw Turk as he tried to start his car and yelled into the window. All of the glass completely shattered, which frightened him. She then reached in and dragged him out. She shoved him against the car and waved, "Hiya, Turk."
Breathing out, Turk stared at the pair, "Nice duds..."
Matt slowly approached him, "The Irish had a whole squad massacred tonight."
Turk tried to sink a little further away but was unable to, "That's a damn shame, 'cause I'm fresh out of sympathy cards."
"Gosh, aren't you just a treat." Rhea hummed while pushing some of her hair out of her face, "There's talk about an army in town. Military grade firepower, high volume. Who's the supplier, Turk?"
"You think I know?" Turk raised his brows at them, "Shit like that's so high above my pay grade-" Matt interrupted him by grabbing one of Turk's already broken hands and squeezing. Turk just cried out, "I'm telling you the truth. That tin in my trunk couldn't kill a rabbit."
"Boy, I will let out one of my screams in your ear if I hear anymore lying."
"Okay, okay, okay!" Turk flinched away from Rhea, "Okay, listen. I did hear somethin' from a guy in Rikers. It's got to do with Fisk."
Matt seemed to react to that, "Fisk is gone."
"Yeah, but once you took care of him, what'd you think was gonna happen?" Turk demanded, but sank a bit since he was scared of the pair, "Every gang worth shit's trying to grab up everything fat boy left behind. I even heard the cartel's getting into it. They're bringing up some heavy munitions from Juarez. Military grade."
"Mmhm." Rhea nodded her head, "Where?"
"Warehouse." Turk answered but flinched when Rhea opened her mouth, "Meatpacking District, 13th Street and something, I swear I'm telling you all I know."
