The thug's eyes went wide and wild as he felt Nomad press the gun to his temple. This crazy white boy couldn't be serious. The guy who hired him said he didn't have the guts to kill anyone.

"You won't do it. You're a hero." the thug said with a note of pride.

Click.

Joe remembered seeing Tommy pull this trick in a bar fight in Rolla, Missouri once. He thought his friends was crazy enough to actually pull the trigger.

So did the other guys. They gave up.

"You're just one gang-banger. I could send you to hell and sleep like a baby tonight. Who. Sent. You?" Joe snarled. He didn't yet realize that Roxie was next to him but the thug did, and he looked at Roxie with terror in his eyes.

"Help me! He's crazy!" the guy begged Roxie.

"WHO SENT YOU?!" Joe snarled, putting the barrel of the gun against the man's eye.

"He said his name was--urk!"

The thugs words were cut off as he began choking on something. His body convulsed and he went limp in Joe's arms, blood pouring from his eyes, nose and mouth.

"What the hell...?" Joe said as lowered the guy to the ground and checked his pulse. Then he cursed.

The man was dead. Only now did Joe notice Roxie.

"How much of that did you see?" he asked her.