The Vendor

Two men entered the open vault. It's vaulted ceilings echoed the cocking of their handguns. They approached the bloody figure lying against the wall.

He coughed and spat blood and teeth.
"'Bout time you turned up. You here about the bum shooters I stiffed you with?"

The taller of the pair spoke with a growl.
"Among other things."

The vendor coughed again and motioned to his wounds.
"Might as well listen to my crimes now, likely escape the firing squad anyway."

The taller agent reached forward to sieze the vendor, the shorter pulled him back and spoke.
"Fine, we'll listen."