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Trip was quiet as the others vented. He'd been touched by the rising violence in the city, same as the rest of them, going all the way back to when his own father had been killed seven years ago. As much as he would sometimes love to head out into the night to beat the life out of the gutless thugs that ruled the city, he also liked the idea of living a long healthy life.

"I think we should take a moment and not bury the lede" he began carefully, once the talk ended. "Sure, we all have our ways of defending ourselves. If it came to it, each of us could handle our business in that regard, but those guys out there have taken on much worse than us. They have guns, knives, and most importantly, a vicious streak a mile long. Screw with the wrong guy, they won't hesitate to put you down."