BigSaltyDog

  Adventures of Quigley & McFinleyyy Chapter 6 – Guns, Girls & the Grey Line Miami’s docks smelled like oil, salt, and desperation. Rusted shipping containers stacked against the skyline like tombstones. Floodlights buzzed overhead, bathing the concrete in pale electric glow. And parked dead-center was a convoy of black trucks—stuffed with enough rifles, grenades, and launchers to turn the city into rubble. Quigley lit another cigarette, his white blazer collar turned up against the sea breeze. Beside him, McFinleyyy cracked his knuckles, shotgun resting casually on his shoulder like it was just another night out. The brunette leaned against the Ferrari, legs crossed, red lips gleaming under neon. The blonde perched on the hood, blowing bubblegum and twirling her hair. “Feels like a setup,” McFinleyyy growled. “Everything feels like a setup,” Quigley replied. “That’s because it usually is.” The arms dealer arrived late, as expected. A thick Cuban with mirrored shades...