"You're a paranoid man, Michael," Wolfwood offers. "Or perhaps a hypocrite. In my experience, the men who are most worried about being shot in the back are those who start shooting first. At any rate, none of my secrets have anything to do with you, but as a measure of trust, I'll tell you that I'm helping because I need supplies for an orphanage I run, and this is one way to get them."

He shrugs, takes another drag off his cigarette.

"I won't even ask your reasons. They're none of my business."