[Freddy sees that car rolling up before it paces him side by side. Green eyes glance over to those tinted windows. Trouble? Don't react just yet, Newendyke. He's got his gun packed at his ankle but the kid doesn't move beyond smoking that cigarette down.]
Yeah?
[Let them know you see them. They won't catch you off guard.]
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Yeah?
[Let them know you see them. They won't catch you off guard.]