The Shipment

"There I was, new in town without a deuce to my name, this is before CP started capping any bastard with their back to the wall."

The vendor coughed more blood. He pushed his graying hair back and continued.

"One thing led to another and I was shuffling guns for these heavies, right? Well, I got good at that, silver tongue and all.
There we were, a dozen crates of shooters in front of me, half dozen gorillas staring me down. I kicked the guns in front and took the money, shame that I broke the clickers on 'em eh?"