Sudden, yet inevitable betrayal!
“I keep telling you, Jimmy,” said Bad Jack. “It’s ‘we,’ now. We’re in the Consortium. I said we were in, and that’s that.”
“Nah, Jack,” said Jimmy, as he reached for something. “It’s not, sorry.”
Bad Jack had flipped back the table and was on his feet before Jimmy had finished pulling out the club he had stashed behind a plant. Goddamn ferns. We have those before Hershey, you asshole? Bad Jack thought angrily (if a little vaguely) as he made sure of the folding knife in his wrist-sheath. This is gonna be tricky, a knife against a club. Then the door opened, and some of Jimmy’s guys came through. With crossbows.
Fuck me. “So that’s how it goes, huh?” snarled Bad Jack. But they hadn’t just shot him yet, so maybe this wasn’t how it’d go.
“Only if you’re dumb, Jack,” said Jimmy, keeping back a little. “You can still walk away from this.”
“Bullshit. That ain’t how these things go down. I gotta admit: you got the drop on me good, you prick. So have your goons finish it, already.”