Sliding his eyes toward Bruno, Gabe quickly grabbed something on his shoulder and spoke into it. “Backup at Pier 53. Man threatened by gunmen.”
Bruno snickered as he quickly pulled a gun and pointed it at Deuce. “Call all the backup you want. It’ll do you no good. I’ll give you five seconds to get out of here, or this gun might just…”
His words hung in mid-air when he saw Gabe rip his shirt open, and enough wind to fill the Grand Canyon came twisting and blowing around them. When it cleared, what he saw was the biggest, toughest, and meanest-looking individual Bruno had ever seen. He just had time enough to read the words ‘Night Flyer’ stretched across his chest when he felt the gun being wrenched from his hand by something going so fast he didn’t even see it. When he saw it gone, he thought he’d dropped it, and looked around on the ground. “Where the hell…”
Gabe held the gun up. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
“How the hell did you get it?”