Dirtbags. Scoundrels. Criminals. We've been called just about every name in the book. It may not be the most honest line of work, but there's not much else in this day and age. Make no mistake though, my brother and I are good at what we do. Imagine our surprise when ditching a scam in Mexico that we find something making a fool out of us. Whoever put these ridiculous apple tattoos on our thighs will pay, mark our words!

(Side-fic to TwistedSpectrum's "Five Score, Divided by Four" I salute ya, friend!)