Oz messed up, big time, his temper once more caused him to mess up and shoot Alberto Falcone dead, right in his own place, hell. But Alberto deserved it, slimy little arrogant fuck, who was no more than a worthless addict, but now, well now Oz had a huge mess to clean up, and not enough time to do it, he and his newfound friend, Vic had handled the body, but there was more to a clean up than just that.

So he phoned a true friend, someone he knew he could trust, yeah, they'd cost him a pretty penny, but they got jobs done right, and he needed them on his payroll now more than ever, which meant that he was going to be cashing out some big bills, but for a very good cause, this person never let him down, was the best at what they did, and probably hated just about everyone but him. He had just got off the phone with them and sat back, cigar hanging out of his mouth as he waited for them.

Time to dance.