Kelly pulled his g*n from the back of his waistband. Ernst, the leather-jacketed German driver, whipped a pistol from a shoulder holster and pointed it first at Kelly, then at McGovern, and back at Kelly. McGovern had drawn his weapon and was aiming it at the big man.
Skorzeny laughed. "You Irish are so hot headed. Put your g*n away Ernst, we do not do business in this way. Mr Kelly? Your move, I believe. You could, of course, take these weapons by force – recalling, obviously, that there is no ammunition here – but what would be the point? You have been sent by your people to make a deal. If you do not wish to make a deal, we can part as friends and perhaps work together in the future. It is better not to take things personally when trading in this kind of merchandise."
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