Editing Getting the Band Together (section)

==='''a Meeting'''===

Smiley and his two girl walked the four blocks to where he had parked their battered van.  

When they reached it Reggy stepped out in front.  "Smiley, I  love what you've done with your hair.  Washed it, right?"

Smiley put his hand on his hip, clipping open his draw holster.  "Ya, I wanted to look my best for you."  The girls started backing away, the blackhaired one slipping a hand in her jacket.   

"Lady, I have no qualms about shooting a woman if you draw on me.  Lets take a deep breath and show your hands.  If I wanted you all dead we wouldn't be talking."

"So, what are we talking about?" Smiley asked. "And you know there is only one of you against the three of us."

"Is that what you think?  Look at blondy there."  They turn to look and the green dot on her chest moved a bit, signaling that Wrecker was somewhere near by.

Reggy says, "Wrecker really wanted to talk to you but he wanted to drill a .50 caliber BMG through your front teeth much more.  Now, in respect to a friend who prefers accommodation to bloodshed I want to talk about our situation.  "

"Our ''situation''?  You mean you two killing my chapter?  I've killed my share of dudes but that was mass murder you psychopath!"

"Ya, we did that, but that's done.  So...How do you feel about taking your prospects and your ladies and moving to say, New Orleans?  New York is too close.  Toronto?  By the way, where are your prospects? "

"I don't know.  They disappeared after your massacre.  Did you kill them too?"

Reggy shakes his head, "No, we missed them as well as you.  Till now.  So..What will it be?  New Orleans or Toronto?"

Smiley looks up to the roof line where Wrecker swings the green dot to flash in his eyes.  He scowls, his hatred growing deeper.

"New Orleans."

Reggy nods, "Good.  You lost your Baltimore privileges.   Let the girls know we don't have wanted posters on them but finding new places to live can be liberating."

"Can we go?"

Reggy backs away nodding, letting Smiley have the last word.

As the van drives away Wreck comes scaling down to the ground and crossing the street, cradling the M82. 

"I really should have drilled him."

"After Gadget didn't kill that huge monster dog it seemed a little awkward thinking of killing Smiley without at least giving him a chance to flee.  "

"Sure. Sure.  But you know he'll be back."

"Of course. No chance he'll stay away. Then he's fish food."