>> Draw your revolver before you enter. Who knows what lurks on the other side.


C: “No..no that… that kinda insurance never pays off in the end.”


The thought makes you feel slightly sick as it comes to you. Your fingers tense over your pocket, where you can feel it’s weight tugging the lining of your jacket.


Besides you’re not sure the foreman would appreciate some unkempt amnesiac bursting into the place with a gun that ain’t even yours.