“Right then, on my head be it and all that as they say.” Seemingly satisfied Fraker then made a move to stand, which earned an almost audible sigh of relief from Mitch. But then he stopped, mid-movement, as if he’d just remembered something and then sat right back down again. “Oh, yeah, while we’re here... Charlie?” Fraker held out his hand to Charlie who reached behind him and pulled out the pistol from the back of his trousers. He took a step towards Fraker and handed him the weapon, Fraker then expertly popped out the ammunition clip and pushed out a bullet with his thumb.
As he was doing this, Charlie couldn’t help but glance at Mitch, who seeing the gun had gone quite remarkably pale and watched Fraker slack jawed as he slammed the clip back into the pistol and handed it back to Cha
