Castle panted as he shoved Hole Man into the Humvee's trunk. Three captives were already piled inside.
One poor bastard had taken a load of buckshot to the lower abdomen. Along with the pain and the piss and shit running down his legs, he kept emitting a smell like gas.
Even though Castle knew perfectly well that gas was odorless, he still had to open all the windows so those poor bastards wouldn't be poisoned by their companion.
Who knew what was up with these Mutants? What if this guy really did smell like gas...
Watching John Wick ignore his advice and insist on keeping the Dog Food money to himself, Castle called out into the ridiculous Radio, "Hang on. Kevin's drone will be here any second.
This is real backup. Backup that only costs five thousand bucks. I'll cover it..."
John Wick looked back at Castle. Ever since they'd first met at Alvin's Restaurant, the guy had become his friend.
He was narcissistic, arrogant, and overly familiar, but he was also a genuinely interesting and loyal friend.
John Wick had never encountered anyone like him in his career, but ever since retiring, he'd found Castle surprisingly likable, even if he could be a real pain sometimes...
John Wick slung the Benelli across his chest and checked the two Glocks on him and the magazines at his waist. Then, eyeing the Radio with its cartoon stickers, he hesitated before saying, "Next time you've got backup, tell me sooner. I can't believe I went into a gunfight carrying a kids' walkie-talkie. A cop just looked at me like I was insane..."
Castle shut the Humvee's trunk. He watched John Wick check his pistols and magazines. The Glock 17 held seventeen rounds, and the guy carried ten magazines, as if he wouldn't