Steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat & cigarette & arrogance

John shook his head. "You couldn't pay me to throw down with those boys if I didn't have a solid con in my pocket ready to be played. That's the kind of work for the do-gooders of the spandex brigade, though there'd be some fucker, just as bad as the last, filling the void soon enough."

Pessimist? John? Never.