Editing Getting the Band Together (section)

==='''Next Steps '''===

Back at the Ugly Ferret, Wrecker and Reggy watched the security feed, their expressions calm but calculating. The screen showed Juan and Gustov stumbling into their car and driving off, their movements erratic and unsteady.

“Think they’ll stick to the deal?” Reggy asked, leaning back in his chair and lighting a cigar.

Wrecker smirked. “For now. The acid will keep them paranoid for a while. And if they try anything stupid, we’ll know.” He tapped the monitor, where a small blinking dot represented the pewter coin’s signal.

Lucky, who had been quietly polishing glasses behind the bar, spoke up. “You two are playing a dangerous game. Those guys aren’t just small-time thugs. They’ve got connections.”

Reggy shrugged. “So do we. And ours are a lot scarier.”

Wrecker chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Besides, Lucky, this is just the beginning. Once the Forty Threes realize how much money they can make working with us instead of against us, they’ll fall in line.”

Lucky shook his head, muttering under his breath. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Wrecker looks at Reggy who shrugs.  

He says, “About half the time.  The other half, well, its been said that ''Adventurer Abounds''.  Besides, its all in the reflexes.  Hey, Lucky, close up.  Join us in the garage.  Its time we tell you some stuff that will make you dig in or freak out.  Either way, bring a bottle Old Crow when you come back.  You'll need it.
 

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