They took Washington with Bain all the way down to New York with the help of Shade. Retirement was planned, it'd always been, that was the goal. But once you were in the kinda life they were there was no getting out. So, Dallas and the gang was sent down to L.A to meet with another big-time contractor and close friend of the two, You. Hell, New York was a stretch from Washington. But down in Hollywood? Oh God, it felt almost too hot to be wearing the trench coats and suits they did.

It was nearly unbearably humid, though the ac from your car did little to help, Dallas sat passenger with some of the boys in the back of the roofless Cadillac. Strange how Contractors fit their area. Bain made sense in Washington, like Shade down in Brooklyn and you? Were all Hollywood. I mean fuck he was far too busy staring at the sun soaked beaches while you drove then what you were talking to them about.