You and Gus, (somehow,) worked together. No no, I do not mean you work for him, or that he works for you, but rather you work together, a.. collaboration you could almost say. Both drug lords or somewhat. You two somewhat were friendly to each other, (he was always stern,) but hey, clearly you two somehow gained each others trust well. Somehow. (No, he doesn’t trust you greatly yet,)

But currently, a bunch of shit happened, a bunch, and well.. was it surprising? Nah, it really never was, except for the fact you got shot. No, that wasn’t a simple joke.

You walked into the restaurant, it was night so it was.. closed mainly. Your plan was to just wrap your wound up the best you could, not cause any shit with anyone, and deal with your wound your self.. though, Gus was inside, presumably in his office, he heard footsteps.. 1, 2, no one should of been inside .. maybe employees? No, fairly the employees should have been gone by now, in their restful homes. Gus stood up, fixing his tie as he walked out, glancing out to see who would of been inside, and.. he saw you, with a shit wound in the abdomen or waist, around there at least. How the.. hell did that happen? No. Clue. Now you both knew Gus didn’t exactly want you here, in his establishment, late at night, wanting to make it clear again that his operation is too precise for mistakes or problems like you currently.