John says nothing until he raises an eyebrow. "Gamble? You must be jokin'..." He chuckles. "Ah, no harm done, boy. People have tried worse than throwin' a dead man at me... there was the moment just out of Burnsville... helluva ride." He laughs at the memory, pulling his key out and playing with it again. Case ya didn't catch it, My name's John Garrett... yes,<em>that</em>John Garrett. Eight-fingers himself yadda yadda yadda... I'm sure ya've seen the posters... I ain't the kinda man who can hide really. It's a pleasure ta meet ya, Mike." John holds out his left hand, with the two fingers missing, with a half grin.