"Alright Chucklefucks, hand over your cash and no one has to get hurt," A gruff voice asked Flint and Dylan. The man shoving a handgun in Dylans back.
Flint turned to look at the man. "Do you know who I am asshole?" Flint said calmly 
"That gun probably originally was smuggled in here by me!" Flint couldn't believe he was being robbed.
"I sell to a lot of gangs around here, including the gang that owns this neighbourhood. The TI-32." Flint was slowly going for his revolver on his hip.