Kindle Single: Injured Reserves

Billy's men carried grimy Eurail passes and multiple perfect passports, cheap kiosk Nokias with priceless chips, carbon steel Sabatier butcher knives with blades filed to a five-inch wedge, greased with lip balm and tucked into waxed cardboard sleeves. They carried ancient Browning High-Power and Tokarev pistols in their belts and drooping pockets full of magazines, PK machine guns in their duffels with a hundred-round box on the gun and two spares in their messenger bags. Weapons scavenged from the basements and arsenals of a sullen Europe always ready for the next war, weapons as tried and true as a best dog and completely anonymous, identities they could peel off like a scab...