smokes-and-bullets:
Watching the two sitting in the in the front, Francis nodded when their names were brought up. Sighing he stared out the window as the car drove, take in the night scene. Facing towards Rita’s direction as she spoke he smiled. “I’m a damn good shot, don’t worry I won’t fuck up anything. Your team will be fine.” The man had some pride in his shooting, wasn’t cocky and knew he wasn’t the best but he was damn good. “I’m on the job to keep them safe as well as keep anyone from getting out. They don’t have to worry.”
Facing the window again he sighed as Tony seemed to ask how long he had been working with guns. Unsure how to answer. Started when he was in his early teens, got better over the years and only got better with time. How long has he been doing this. “Too long.. Too long than I’d like to admit.”
It wasn’t so much he hated the jobs, didn’t mind killing those who had it coming. Criminals, other members of another mob or embedded in crime. Those who very much deserved it, but some jobs were easier than others. Much if it were requests passed down from his boss he couldn’t decline and hated it. Hated having to kill others who didn’t deserve to be killed. Wrong place wrong time, witnesses. This living was draining. “What about you two then?” Facing the front seat the man smiled. “Do you do more than just drive others to their destination and pick them up when the job is finished?”
Rita was the one to respond to the inquiry, her head never turning from the window, “We’re not your get away car. We have our own route. We’re dumping the car and meeting up with the rest of the team.”
“We’re a very ‘all hands on deck’ sort of organization. Even fought side by side the boss in an operation or two.” Tony spoke with a hint of pride in his voice. Though she didn’t look directly at Tony, Francis could see Rita roll her eyes in the reflection of her window.
“Yes, yes, even the bosses get their hands dirty. Well, one of them.”
Tony didn’t feel the need to reply to her, instead, he fixed the rearview mirror to look at Francis. “We’re getting close to the dock. Any last minute friendly questions you wanna get out of your system before this shit goes down?”
