tim lincecum and buster posey as fbi agents
There’s a drug deal going down in the cove tonight, so Tim secures his vest and double-checks the gun in his holster, knows Posey is doing the same behind him.
“Try not to get tackled by some fucking goon this time, yeah?” Posey hisses through his teeth, sneer giving way to laughter when Tim whirls around to glare at him.
“That was one time!”










