"Wh - how am I -"
"Listen, it's real simple: you walk to which dock the deal's goin' on at. You give me a signal letting me know it's happenin' there, then you can walk away."
"But they're five blocks away!"
"Really? You're going to complain about walking five blocks when -"
Suddenly, a loud twang sound echoed through the night as a bullet shot glanced off of the Mad Welder's armour. Before he could even turn around, a man started calling him out, probably some older, Mexican fellow by the sound of his voice. Leaning over the drug addict, the Mad Welder simply began laughing to himself.
"Oh god, you aren't gonna kill me, are you?!" The addict asked, fear building in his voice.
"No, heh, no, this is good. Just walk a few blocks ahead and wait for me. That last part is important; you REALLY don't want me to come and find you, right?"
"Yeah, no, I understand completely!"
"Good... and hey: no sudden movements. Understand?"
Nodding his head, the Mad Welder leaned off the car and backed up, letting the drug addict walk a few blocks towards the docks. Turning around, Johnny could see what was apparently an older, taller Mexican man and a younger black kid standing near a Chevy Impala. The older man was holding a shotgun in his hands now, aiming it straight at the Welder. Noting all this to himself, the Mad Welder leaned on his car and chuckled some more.
"I gotta admit, son, you're a pretty funny fellow. You know, I cannot, for the life of me, recall a moment on these streets where a guy like you shot me in the back like that, trying to help an 'innocent man' like that guy. But hey, you know what? I'm not a thug like you'd think. I know, it's probably a little hard to imagine considering I just killed his two friends, but I just... reacted badly to what I thought was them trying to attack me. It happens, and it sucks."
Shrugging his shoulders, the Mad Welder raised his hand to look at the forge hammer he was currently holding in his hand, twisting it around so as to examine it. He then did the same for the shield mounted on his left arm, still gleaming with the blood of the man he killed not even a moment ago.
"But I'm not interested in killing him. That's the last thing I'd like to do. In fact, I need his help for an errand I'm running down by the docks. I promise he'll never get involved in what I need to do. Just need him to show me a place, and then he can walk. As for what I'm interested in, well... there's some bad people that deserve more than what these two guys got" he said, pointing to the two bodies on the ground near him. "So, if you're all good fellas, and we all walk away and accept that this was just a bad accident on my part, then hey, we'll all be happier people in the long run. Otherwise, well... they don't call me the Mad Welder for no reason."
He then walked over to his driver seat and opened the door, the car angled so that most of his body was already hidden behind the completely bullet-proof car. He leaned on the hood of the car, waiving the hammer in his hand as if expecting a response.
"So... what d'ya say? I'd like to just get down over there before the deal's done, and I really would rather not do this fighting crap. For that matter, isn't the one kid there in your car a little too young to be involved in all this violent crap? Come on, you gotta have parents or someone to go back home to."