WHO: Broadway and Max Vince [NPC]
WHERE: Random alley in the city not far from the precinct
WHEN: late, evening
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Broadway comes across a curious individual that's looking for someone in blue.
FORMAT: para to start
Max took an unsteady turn into an alley as the glare from the streetlights gave his headache an edge. He'd been fighting an idea that freak had put into his head, and it wouldn't leave, no matter how determined he was not to give himself up and destroy the operation. He knew he was the final link, he was at the top of things after all. What he knew could put everyone away.
He uttered a few choice words as he slumped against the wall, his feet carrying him forward even though he just wanted to sit down. Then he heard that voice again, and replied out loud without realizing it.
"Alright, alright. I...I know the guys. We get the guns, right, yeah, the ones that we've been selling. Look, I only know we got some bigger stuff in. All these freaks, yeah, the vigilantes. They're cutting in on our streets hard. People wanna protect themselves. Dealers gotta deal, they need guns to keep selling. So I provide. Yeah, I know the guys who started it all..."