"Could I have another?" Dave asked. Coughing the last cigarette burned his throat, but he realized quick this
Big Joe
guy was polite. He'd never say no, and would never kill a guy smoking a cigarette. He tried to hide his cough.
"You look more like you need water than another one."
Big Joe got some water, and Dave gulped it down.
He lit another one himself.
"I think, you just gotta lay low for awhile. Let them think your dead then when they least expect it. bam"
Big Joe said, punctuating the bam with a sort of sniper shot the cigarette hanging out of his lips like bird perched on a wall.
"What do you mean?"
"Man." Big Joe raised his voice. " Its simple as shit. You lay low. You said they fucked you over. You lay low, wait for them to get cozy and bam. You take em out."
"Won't they know. Man I got a hit rate at like 1000, Im bating better than Babe Ruth, they don't question this."
"But my training they won't..."
"Bitch you ain't shit. Look when I found you you pissed your pants, and you still haven't been changed."
