Charlotte frowned at the name. "Mount Valdez, doesn't sound so bad, come on let's get going."
Jacobi stared at her. "Doesn't sound bad doesn't mean he's not bad. There's no way we're busting in on those criminals empty-handed. We all need to be loaded."
Charlotte frowned. "And what about…"
"All of us," Jacobi cut in. He turned to face Marty. "Including Marty." Marty smiled and stretched out his hand to give Jacobi a high five and Jacobi took it. Charlotte watched the boys as they congratulated each other.
"I didn't say I approve of it," Charlotte said. "There is no way I'm allowing my eight year old son handle a gun!"
"Nine in a few months," Marty whispered in her ears.
"Even if you're nine in a few days, you wouldn't hold a gun," Charlotte said.