We Sons Of Daley [Manhattan Blues]

Wait, who is the ginnie now?

More importantly

Can you make wishes on him?

Don't you just wish. The GINNIE is Public Enemy Number One, a swirling angel of death in a black burnoose. Burnous. Whatever. Point is, the Ginnie is known quite well for the Ginnie's propensity to blow in to an area, and leave nothing but DEAD BODIES in his wake. He'll leave a survivor on occasion, to TELL THE TALE, but mostly? He leaves a bottle of BLUE LIQUOR.

For your SPIRIT, you see.

Even if you weren't already HORRENDOUSLY OUTNUMBERED, this would be HORRIBLE NEWS. Now you can only hope you are either up to the task of TAKING OUT THE GINNIE, which you don't think your whole team TOGETHER could manage, or are somehow BENEATH HIS NOTICE or SPARED.

Speaking of-

Shoot the one that pissed himself.

BLAM. You sigh. "You BONEHEADS better get your shit together! Because I'm NOT HELPING YOUR SORRY ASSES."

One of them reaches for their SIDEARM, already tracking you. You make an EXAMPLE of that one. "Anyone else wanna DIE!? No?"

A couple of them grab their TECs and start running, the leader of the ones remaining is still staring at you in ABJECT FEAR. Well, at least that's five bandits you don't have to kill yourself.

You hear a voice like CREAM ROLLING DOWN SILK. Female. "Did you not know about this...? Really?"