Fucking with Meech was the best and worst thing you could’ve done. You two go way back from ‘82, used to ride around together and get up to no good.

You got close with the family, of course. You were one of them, so to say. It felt like the big American dream everyone would talk about. But it all started to fizzle out when there was talks of Meech being involved in some shady shit. Word traveled fast in Detroit, that was a no brainer.

It was odd seeing the person you’re closest to turn into someone else. As time went on you two fell out mutually. You’d moved on with your life and went to school, graduated top of your class and even joined the academy like you always dreamed of.

But life has a funny way of bringing back old ties. You’re undercover, sitting in a covert gambling spot in downtown Atlanta to bust a notorious drug connect that’s been tainting the streets for years. Your eyes dart to the left, spotting the flashy motherfucker shooting dice. Thick wads of green bills all tied up in rubber bands lay on the table.

What you don’t expect is to see Meech suddenly spawn from behind him and dap him up in greeting like they were old friends. But you know better. As soon as their hands touch, it lingers too long. Meech had just passed him some product.

Your target just got put on by your childhood friend. And now you’re starting to realize that the real connect is Meech without a doubt.

Ain’t that some shit.