[It hasn't taken him that long to find Mick. There he is, cold gun in its thigh holster, expression carefully schooled. He steps closer and finally stops, holding his hands up. He has no intention of drawing his weapon.]
Can't have a heart to heart. [A deja vu he never asked for.] Let's let our fists do the talking.
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[It hasn't taken him that long to find Mick. There he is, cold gun in its thigh holster, expression carefully schooled. He steps closer and finally stops, holding his hands up. He has no intention of drawing his weapon.]
Can't have a heart to heart. [A deja vu he never asked for.] Let's let our fists do the talking.