Ronnie, now disarmed, shrugged, and did what he did best. He simply walked away, paws in pockets, strolling casually as if nothing happened.
Ray sighed. "I don't understand, Acon. Why do we have to leave? Ronnie will screw up somewhere, like he always does, and Giovanni'll tell him what for, probably lock him in the basement, and it'll be sunshine and rainbows for a while."