Jimmy and Garry - Silvit Manor Raid

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, staring at Garry. "But you're weak… have you ever even shot a gun before?" His voice was flat, filled with disbelief.

Garry didn't even flinch. Instead, he turned his back to Jimmy, casually picking up a baseball bat from the shelf. "I'm better than you," he said nonchalantly.

Jimmy sighed, already regretting this conversation. But then, Garry did something strange. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green sock.

Jimmy watched, his expression blank, as Garry stretched the sock over the thick end of the bat.

"…Why are you putting a sock on a bat?" Jimmy finally asked, exasperated but also a little curious.

Garry grinned like he had just unlocked some ancient wisdom. "You wouldn't believe me, dude. I found this trick from a guy at a shopping mall near my house. It's genius. You wouldn't understand."

Jimmy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me guess… so blood won't be left on the bat?"