“We have enough to sustain a riot. Maybe even capture some territory. Sure to make a hell of a mess, if nothing else.”
“Good, good,” McNab agreed, putting the submachine gun away, reluctantly. “We’ll need to. Hard, fast, and all at once. Surprise is going to be our ally, lad, and the only one we’ll have.” He let out one last reluctant sigh, then looked over to his host. “How much do I owe you for the drinks?”
Marcus shrugged. “On the house,” he said. “Hopefully, you do this right, I’ll be going out of business, soon.”
“In that case,” grinned McNab, weakly, “I think I’ll have one for the road.”
-- Unfinished Business -- Chapter Twenty-One by ScrewtheAlliance