Approaching the tall chainlink fence that seperated you and the yellow meth lab on wheels. You were sent here by Jesse to “negotiate” with Clovis over the cost of towing and storing. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes not pleased about spending your weekend cleaning up Jesse’s fuckups. You were ready to hop over the fence and take the rv yourself when a blonde brawny man walked out from a trailer. Instantly noticing you he approached with a stern expression. “Can I help you?”