"Your demons," Lindsey replied. "Where I come from, they do it all with claws, fangs, and swords." He couldn't imagine one of them operating a gun in the first place, unable to slide a finger in to pull the trigger. It wasn't unheard of but it wasn't a popular weapon to carry either. "To those with the massive amount of firepower goes the victory," he said dryly. "Unless they're up against Lucifer. Then it's just a matter of time."
Because no matter how hard they fought, no matter how many Croats they killed, there would still be demons to fight and Lucifer was one hard son of a bitch to kill, no matter the dimension. It really didn't give him incentive to join up with one of the little rebellion camps to fight back. It was a war they'd already lost. They just didn't seem to know it yet, no matter how downtrodden they got. He would have pointed out but the 'rah rah' spirit was good for business.
"I'll put a message up, see who responds. I'll drive the price up with a few imaginary bidders." Not all of the camps were aware of who was out there, leaving Lindsey room to negotiate and drive up the price as he saw fit. Not too much, out of their reach. The goal was to get paid, not chase of prospective clients. Ones that they could return to in the future with more to buy, if done right.
Reaching into his coat pocket, Lindsey took out the handful of switchblade knives, ammo clips, and IDs he'd managed to scrounge up out of the pockets of the dead and tossed them onto the seat between them. "You never know when you might be able to get a little extra," he stated, shrugging as he looked back out the window. "It wasn't something I planned on. There were no Croats so I took advantage of the situation."