Utterly Mad

There they are.
Brigands.
Scum.
Worthy of nothing but a merciful death.
But not too merciful.

Jericho eases his Taurus from out of his leather jacket's pocket, checking to make sure that it's loaded before ducking behind a guard rail, or a parked car, or anything waist-high and concealing. He should wait for the other side of this "deal" to get here before doing anything rash.