Figures the best surgeon out there happened to be across the border too. It wasn't easy either, it hurt. It hurt a lot. But his face healed like a charm and it resisted shattering from all their combative arguments so early on the run. How did they not kill each other then? Maybe it's better to ask how did they not kill each other in the warehouse? So far the only proven conclusion was the bullets missed.

"It was okay," Freddy says, lips pursed to receive a shiny piece of copper though to him it's more like a piece of gold and he's got a pot full. It's one of the brighter things he owns.

"I didn't have to do a thing," he shrugs, spinning it after belatedly realizing 'okay' just doesn't cut it as 'good'. "How about you?"