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"Hey, man, I don't give a shit ... "
Before he could finish, and well before he thought of reaching for his own gun, I already have the razor-sharp disc to his neck, and my right arm curled around his chin. I spin him around, and press:
"All I need is a soup can, amigito," I hissed. "And, all you have to do is walk the fuck away. No harm, no foul. Tell 'em. Tell your boys, back off. If you don't ... you won't even live to see the first shot fired."
It was a half-million dollar move. We were about to see if it paid off.
Chano cocked a round into the shotgun chamber. He kept the AK pointed, directly, at the gang.
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"You won't get away with this, maricon! We got an army behind us! We gonna hunt you down, and you pinche cabron flunky, tambien!"
"Go read 'Sun Tzu', son. Then you'll know you're wasting your time."
I shift the shotgun that Chano hands me into my right hand as I bundle Elizabeth inside. I don't slam the van doors shut until Chano has reached the end of the alley, and makes a wild left-turn into the streets.
We've wasted over half-an-hour on this bullshit.
