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"It’s not 'extra' ammo, it’s insurance ," Salem retorted. He checked his Aggro meter. It was blinking white. He was practically invisible, which meant the insurgents were currently pouring everything they had into Rios’s position. "Hey, Big Guy? You’re glowing like a Christmas tree. Maybe stop being so popular?"

Salem didn't need to be told twice. While Rios held the line, drawing every eye and barrel in the courtyard, Salem moved like a shadow. He vaulted a concrete barrier, his gold-plated M249 SAW—a customization Rios called 'tactically offensive'—resting steady in his hands. Army Of Two

"Salem, if you’re about to talk about money while I’m being shot in the face—" "It’s not 'extra' ammo, it’s insurance ," Salem retorted

Rios let out a heavy, metallic sigh. "Four grand. And I want the first beer at the safehouse." He was practically invisible, which meant the insurgents

"It’s not 'extra' ammo, it’s insurance ," Salem retorted. He checked his Aggro meter. It was blinking white. He was practically invisible, which meant the insurgents were currently pouring everything they had into Rios’s position. "Hey, Big Guy? You’re glowing like a Christmas tree. Maybe stop being so popular?"

Salem didn't need to be told twice. While Rios held the line, drawing every eye and barrel in the courtyard, Salem moved like a shadow. He vaulted a concrete barrier, his gold-plated M249 SAW—a customization Rios called 'tactically offensive'—resting steady in his hands.

"Salem, if you’re about to talk about money while I’m being shot in the face—"

Rios let out a heavy, metallic sigh. "Four grand. And I want the first beer at the safehouse."