Heat Vol. I

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The Elements.

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beep!beep! beep! beep!

Echoed the supply chain of 18-wheeler pickup trucks as kilos of powder were loaded onto them.

The strong gusts of wind from the night skies creating a creaking sound throughout the large establishment.

As Mezee, Geo, Yen and Carlo entered the establishment they were met with more than a few unfamiliar faces. Almost as if Fauci had a line of business elsewhere then just in states. They scanned the room intensively as they all broke off untoward their posts.

Fauci had upgraded only his best pushers to distribution and handling. Meaning Mezee would now be able to access and incorporate networking internationally.

"Ayo who the fuck let thes—"Just keep your head down stupid and don't ask no questions," Mezee interrupted Geo as he brushed past him, eyeing the slightly opened office door from across the room. Geo definitely was the hot head of the group, Mezee didn't even know why Fauci had sent him.

Walking up to the vending machine near the office door, Mezee inserted the funds before a single payday dropped to the pit.

Placing the Payday bar in his pocket, Mezee intently listened to the conversation on the other side of the door.

"It's just .. it's not a coincidence Desmond, the initial plan was for Torran to be kept over seas away from the city ..
He blew up my fathers warehouse two days ago, all the workers were still inside..
He's dangerous Desmond.."

As Mezee listened, his eyes lowly browsed the warehouse for any on lookers. Taking the chocolate bar out his pocket Mezee unraveled the wrapper of the candy bar before tossing it in a nearby trash bin. Mezee quickly walked in front of the vending machine as foot steps approached.

Yen quickly peeled his head out of the office door, before slamming it shut behind him. Taking back his initial spot beside the door, Mezee slightly placed his head against the wall, struggling to listen.

"You know what this means, right? We're going to have to cut-with Fauci. This is too dangerous, who knows what we're up against?"

"Diana, hear me out— Yen interrupted,

"Enough! My husband and I will be sending our final arrangements as agreed to Fauci. As I suggest, you will do best with whatever my husband settles to give you.. thugs. Best of luck." 

The door fully opened to reveal a petite and elderly tanned skinned woman, better known as Mrs. Gustav.
Locking eyes with Mezee, she simply lowered her sunglasses onto her eyes before clicking her heels exiting the warehouse.

Throwing the chocolate bar wrapper in the trash, Mezee entered his post before being grabbed by the shoulder.

"Yo Mezee! Fauci wants you to drive this here truck to Detroit tonight. Think you can handle that?" Yen spoke, his eyes searching Mezee's eyes for an answer as he stood with a blank stare.

Mezee never left his city, or at least not on his own. He couldn't shake the feeling of entering new territory but he knew he couldn't let the team down.