CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Mav stood just inside the front window to his home cleaning his Coonan 357 Magnum pistol. It had been six weeks and counting since his last job. Watching the cars come and go had become quite boring. While he wasn’t exactly hurting for money, he was itching for more action. Sadly, he had become quite accustomed to killing.
He returned to his kitchen to find all of his weaponry neatly laid out across the table. Two SR-3M rifles and three pistols, not including his Magnum. He owned knives as well, but considered himself more of a gunman. Close quarter combat was never his thing. Why struggle hand to hand when a bullet would suffice?
His two cell phones were also among the weapons. One was personal and the other was business. He tapped the home screen on each one. There
