Ved
He stepped between the two of them, glaring at Cash from behind his vizor.
[color=ed1c24]"The boy doesn't need a gun, meth head."[/color]
He growled lowly, he refused to accept the possibility that Sucker would need to kill at such a young age. He was surrounded at all times by capable adults, and he personally made sure he was near the kid at all times. When he was ready to handle a gun, Ved would let him chose one from his personal armory. But until then, the only time he'd willing let him have one was for training.