The Kings Of Cool

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“I’m not a kid anymore,” Chon says.

“You never were.”

“I can rip that gun out of your hand and shove it down your throat before you can blink.”

“Yeah, I forgot, you’re Superman,” John says. “You’re a cold enough little prick to kill your own father, I’ll give you that, but you think I’m the top of this thing? You think this is as high as it goes?”

Chon’s tiring. The world starts to dance a little in his eyes.

“Anything happens to me,” John says, “the order is already out. Your buddy Ben is dead.”

Leveling the pistol at Chon, he gets up. “Outside. We’re going someplace.”

He moves Chon out the door.