"Sand, sun, seaside? Yeah, I think I could live with a trip to Verona," Reno agreed, eying Romeo's smokes and regretting not making a grab for them when they were offered. "Always hard to say if things are better or not, you know? You think you got it all covered, and then the fuckers come back from the dead anyhow, so much for that."

The good guys never came back for round two. How freaking unfair was that?