"Three guys are shot to shit," Joe said as he pulled out a cigarette. "Looks pretty goddamn authentic to me."

Joe blew smoke from his nose and looked down at the dead men. "We can do other things to confuse them, too. Lay out the bodies at fucked up angles, cut off a few fingers or a hand or two, shoot their faces off, maybe get some acid and burn off a few..."

He stopped talking when he realized everyone was staring at him with looks that fell somewhere between shock and disgust. He just shrugged.

"What? I'm just offering tips. You want to throw a monkey wrench into things, that's how you do it. We passed one of them thresholds tonight. It's one thing to get together and train and clean guns, another to waste three guys. If Mikey and his guys were KGB informants, then the KGB are gonna be all over this scene and the surround area. The more we slow them down, the better our chances to get away and lay low are."