Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
During the day, Vegas isn't a bad place to do a deal. It's not much quieter, but it's quieter, and the people you see are often as eager to go unseen as anything else. No one asks questions. No one thinks twice. Like a coin in a vault, anyone disappears into the seething mass of humanity as it nurses hangovers and plays one last hand.
During the night, though, you come out here. The city is a neon explosion miles south, painting the sky in sick colours. You can barely see the stars, even on this patch of dusty road so far away.
This was the deal: Patchy gives you the guns at a reduced price. You come out here to sell them to the Mexicans at a 10% markup (not that they'd know). You then drive back to the city and sell their license plate numbers to a known snitch via dead-drop. Patchy says she'll have the guns out of evidence lockup within a month to sell to someone else.
Just you and the desert and your car, right now. The buyers should be here soon.
During the night, though, you come out here. The city is a neon explosion miles south, painting the sky in sick colours. You can barely see the stars, even on this patch of dusty road so far away.
This was the deal: Patchy gives you the guns at a reduced price. You come out here to sell them to the Mexicans at a 10% markup (not that they'd know). You then drive back to the city and sell their license plate numbers to a known snitch via dead-drop. Patchy says she'll have the guns out of evidence lockup within a month to sell to someone else.
Just you and the desert and your car, right now. The buyers should be here soon.
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