“Okay, asshole, what’s your name?” asked Golden Hawk, pointing the g*n between the young man’s eyes.
“Scott Kellman.”
“Scott Kellman, what’s in the backpacks?”
“I don’t know,” said Kellman. Unlike the dead man, Kellman appeared terrified and pleading. “Honestly, they don’t tell us. Why don’t you open them and find out?”
“f**k you. I’m not opening anything without a radiation suit. Now who are you working for?”
Kellman glanced over at Gordy Higgins, then looked down at the ground. “Lobo Path.”
“So you carry this stuff around without even knowing what it is?”
“It’s probably diamonds or gold,” said Kellman. “Come on, man, everyone knows. Everyone knows who we are and what we do. I’m just trying to make some extra dough, okay? Give me a break, huh? I’m getting married in two weeks.”
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