[Like Lawrence Dimick, Freddy Newendyke here trusts the man with handling his guns. While he's not as strict as Larry, he doesn't let just anyone handle his firearms either. The sound of the bullets hitting their targets is hard and metallic, zinging and pinging like the rounds might just ricochet all over the place but the gunfire sends both pieces of shit crashing into nearby walls.]
Doesn't look like they do too well at night.
[That's praise for you too, Mr. White, not that the kid ever had any doubt about your marksmanship. But wait, while one's left in pieces on the sidewalk the other one's nowhere to be found even though Freddy's fairly sure they both hit.]
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Doesn't look like they do too well at night.
[That's praise for you too, Mr. White, not that the kid ever had any doubt about your marksmanship. But wait, while one's left in pieces on the sidewalk the other one's nowhere to be found even though Freddy's fairly sure they both hit.]