A short, broad-shouldered man in a mariner's cap approached.
Bultitude lifted his left arm high and swung it to usher the man into the shelter.
'Suggie, this is Rance. Rance, Sug.’
Rance stuck his hand out. As they shook, Suggie noted that the shorter man had had surgical correction for a hare lip.
Bultitude scanned the shelf where Suggie's automatic had been.
Suggie lifted the waist of his sweater to show the pistol butt.
'We've got some little presents for you, Suggie,’ said Bultitude. 'If you would like to use them, that is.'