Cole relished at the idea of a safe house, "that's awesome." Cole said as he was handed his shake and fries. Cole started digging in as soon as he got them.
"It's about a half mile away, near the start of the suburbs, it's a two family house, I'll recognize it when I see it." Lacey said calmly, nibbling on a fry. "And, well I have a lot of friends." She said with a shrug. "I ran before I even turned thirteen, so I had to do a lot of questionable things to survive. I know a few Russians from the Denver, New York and Philadelphia families, and I lived with the Boston Irish mob for nearly a year. I met a lot of people then too, could probably find an Irish gangster in any city in America. I also was in South America for two years, where I met a lot of revolutionaries, drug cartels, and arms dealers. Which reminds me, if you ever need a kilo of pure cocaine, or a high powered rifle, or even some explosives, let me know. Oh, my friend Quique probably still has control of acres of prime marijuana fields. We fought hard enough for it. Oh what a month that was." She said, taking a sip of her beer and staring off in nostalgia.
"That's crazy," Cole said, "the most I've done is fight others.... On video games."