He found me in the alley behind the nightclub he'd just fought his way through, killing only those trying to kill him (Rule 9).
I was smoking a cigarette, and he paused, knowing he had to let me finish (Rule 15).
I told him, "You know as well as I do that I had no choice but to tie up loose ends" (Rule 22).
He spoke, softly, as he reloaded, "And I have every right to retaliate" (Rule 6).
I nodded as the drunk bum I'd just met and slipped a fifty to took the shot from behind (Personal Rule).
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