In Liberty city, there is lot of opportunities to live a life but it's not like peaches and cream. Crime, violence, gangs, fighting, shooting, car chases, mafia drug dealers. Guns and sin of pride and greed in one huge city. Stan a 16 year old teen...
As two weeks passed after the heist we pulled, things started to quiet down in Algonquin, but we still didn't take any chances on going back to that island until the police and FBI that are investigating the jewelry robbery to quiet down.
Loona and I kept a low profile and we're able to receive our cuts and the amount we need to upgrade the weed harvesting equipment to make enough weed for Mr.Freddrick on time before the deadline.
Today, we finally reached 80 bins of weed and delivered them safely to Mr. Frederick's Mansion in Algonquin. I haven't slept in four days since I just wanted to get the weed made sooner the better for the deal. Loona was worried about me working my ass off to the bone in the last few days, but I was too stubborn to stop since I don't want to get Fox and Falco executed and didn't want Loona and I to be killed and tied down with cement blocks at the bottom of the ocean.
I parked the truck at the front courtyard and headed up to the steps to ring the doorbell. Loona and I waited patiently, until a couple of maids opened the door. ————————-
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"Hello, can we help you?" The red fox asked.
"Um... yeah. Is Mr.Freddrick home. I have a special delivery for him." I answered.
"Yeah, He's in his office. Right this way." The other maid says as she lets me and Loona inside.
We waited in the living room, Loona noticed me almost dozing off a few times.
"After this. You're going to bed." She says.
"I still got stuff to do for our weed factory." I said.
"You can barely stay awake. You've been awake 4 days straight just to get that weed made for him." Loona explains.
"Ah, my dear boy Stan. I heard you have some good news for me." Mr Freddick says as he down a sofa across from us.
"We got 80 bins of weed waiting for you outside. We were able to make that quota for you early." Loona explains.
"You two never disappoint me. Your payment for this deal will arrive shortly tomorrow in your bank accounts. And I will pay you weekly for your weed from now on. My men, and my friends really loved smoking it. You know how to make some good stuff." He complimented me.
