"Everyone is armed, there are spiders. Besides, he fucking knows I don't shoot people anymore," Niko grumped unhappily, taking a pack of sugar to turn in his fingers and look at. Anymore being the operative word. He used to. His conscious effort to change has, for the most part, left him feeling hollow. Not because he likes murder, but he hates guys like that walking on him.

"We're at the far end of town. The people around here usually don't see security out here, so if someone has a problem, they usually take care of it themselves."