Torch groans, holding his head. "You got Keller to squeal on LaRae. What more do you want?"

"LaRae's only one part of the Rikers," Voodoo says, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall. "She's the head of it, but even without her, your boys will keep on wrecking shop."

"Man, I don't even get where you're going with-"

Voodoo cuts him off. "You ran guns for them. Where'd you get them from?"

Another groan from Torch as he writhes in the corner, scratching his head. "JTF, mostly. Lockups, armories, dead pigs."

"Bullshit. There were way too many Kalashnikovs in your closet, pal. We don't use Warsaw Pact crap."