"Three Hummels, Six Zwilings" Jimmy repeated to himself tapping his jaw with a thumb. He'd need to make contract with a commander in the military to even dream of getting his hands on those guns. "What kind of payment are we talkin' about here and more importantly where would I be delivering?"
There were so many things that could go wrong with this deal but the more he thought about it the more that familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach grew. The thrill of the job, the fear of the outcome, all that was needed was the payoff.
