Three Brood Instigators

29. Golden Trap

"HENRY DAVIS CABINET ARE STILL UNDER INVESTIGATION"

"AS OF CURRENT, 1230 WILD POLICE CHASES HAVE OCCURRED, HOW LONG WILL SENSELESS CRIMES CONTINUE TO EXIST?!"

"MAY DAY BILL IS STILL AFFECTING MANY JOBS AND PRICES TO THESE DAYS, IS THIS GOVERNMENT MISMANAGEMENT?"

Clayne woke up when the sun is starting to rise, then slept again. Woke up where he could see the sun at a higher rise, he slept again. HE slept too many times until eventually, he checked the clock in one of the machines the crew has for the sockets, it was 12 am, and he woke up blankly without a single chase to meet with the underground.

Walking from the cliff cave to the underpass, Clayne is questioning his crew's relationship with the underground, adding that he felt he wasn't getting anywhere with them in the rotten town, stony broken without any money.

Before entering the sewers, he recognized that the car has been repaired, and Drock was putting his head on the wheel, with that expression. Clayne opened the manhole to the sewers.

"HEY CLAYNE!" Drock stopped him there. "Get in here!"

Clayne would never pass Drock, especially in a rage like that. "Uhm, how, how are you Drock?"

"Fuck you, stop it with the school bullshit!" Drock warned. Drock alluded, "I know that those triads knew your faces when you stole their van as the first part of the job."

"Uhm, well, I, I want to apologize, man," Clayne apologized.

"No need, it was Eli's friend's fault," Drock believed. "Whoever he is, I don't give a damn fuck."

"You, you do?" Clayne asked.,

"Of course!" Drock yelled. "Look at us, have we been somewhere?!" Drock questioned. "Sure we got Goran's market-making thousands, but what's he gonna sell in a town like this where he is supposed to sell in te city!" Drock yelled. "Fuck, that big dude probably only knows basic marketing if you ask me, cannot remunarate and shit."

"Yeah... uhm... it is... uhh... bad... business, for us I mean, I am sorry," Clayne felt pity and shy in the car with him.

"Yeah well, we'd blame Febby for all of this," Drock blamed.

"I see," Clayne said. "Well, at least the car is fixed."

"Be grateful I ain't picking your teeth, cause to fix it, it needed half of Goran's market money!" Drock scolded. Drock then asked, "Clayne, do you think there is something wrong with the underground? Despite that, yes, they have kids, only a few, that is."

Clayne had to speak honestly in front of him, "Uhm, if I have to be honest, yes, I do,?

"Yeah those kids don't even work anyway, unexperienced about the streets, man. Heck, some of them still have parents that provided them. They only joined for like, attention, man. Well that's bullshit if you ask me, especially in this bullshit corrupted town," Drock mentioned.

"Uhm, yes, I, I know," Clayne said.

"Well...since, since we know it is bullshit, do you think Febby is in the right brains to trust these dudes?"

"Uhh, hehe, uhm, look man, whatever business you have with Febby, I don't want to be involved," Clayne said. "I, I mean, well, you both are kinda our leaders, so I know nothing about this."

"Leader, huh?" Drock reacted. THEN HE SLAMMED THE CAR TIRED HAPPILY. "Alright then, Clayne, you are right, I am also my own leader, tell you what, you and me, let's sell those cars."

"Wait, wait, now?" Clayne reacted to the sudden decision.

"Yes now. Do you want cash? It is there waiting for us," Drock mentioned.