"So, Motormouth is going to stay, but Volcano and Treble are leaving," Claddagh asks as we all head out to the cars. The bikes are too loud, so it's cars and trucks for this.
"Yeah," Ironhide says as we gather at the back of the line of vehicles. "With their handler passing, the Mercs are all kinda doing their own thing. They really are like deadly gypsies. If there isn't something or someone keeping them in one place, grounded, they move a lot. Even with a kid, Motormouth has rarely stayed in the same place more than a year until recently."
"It's not like we need all three of them to torture this b***h," Shamrock says, leaning against the tailgate of his truck. "Motormouth can do just as much damage if need be."
"Good point," Claddagh mutters with a smirk and shake of his head.
