"It's a damned cold night." She had her hands shoved into the deep pockets on her coat, each one holding a firearm. "Even the easy marks from Star City aren't making the drive to score. Can't beat people up every night. Sometimes they take a break." She took over the pace of their walk and turned the corner. "What are you doing out here anyway?"
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