Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

~~~ { 23 } ~~~

The rest of the week was boring as fuck. John did nothing but work, and text Droid. He learned a lot about Smit, but didn't anything with him.

According to Droid, Puffer wasn't actually involved, and asked Droid to help Smii7y since he didn't want to lose his spot in the gang.

Something seemed off though, Smit was so keen on blaming Puffer on selling him out, that he was scared of him. Selling him out on what, being different? 

Smit said he was part of a gang at one point, not just a sex slave. It was very unlikely he was part of the same gang that would've turned on him. So, the next situation John could possibly think of, was that Smit was either a drug mule, or just a regular gangster for a different gang.

Smit had been so certain that Puffer sold him out because he was the only one who had info on him, and that he was from rival gang. It is entirely possible someone else snuffed him out, and he ended up in a complete shit situation.

Then why would Smit join a rival gang to his own friend?

This was getting too deep for John to even comprehend. He had figured out the hardest part, he just needed the rest of the story.

Guess it was time to actually talk to the gangster himself, wherever Puffer may be.

John wracked his brain on where Smit said gangs usually hang out most, and found his brain landing on a specific bar.

Bingo.

Puffer seemed like the kind of guy to have an afternoon shot.

Take that as you will.

Thats how John found himself riding his 636 (It was a lot less likely to be stolen.) near West Garfield park, the one spot Smit had told him to never go.

Maybe he should've brought Brian?

Brian would be anything but scared to be here. John would never understand that man either.

Now he just had to remember which bar Smit had referenced, and then be inconspicuous enough that no one really thought anything of him besides Puffer. 

Sounded like an absolute shit plan, and the last time he had a shit plan, they almost got in a car accident.

Maybe he should be second guessing more.

He pulled into an empty lot, and pulled out his phone. No one would really care much for him being here, and the only thing that was odd about him was the vibrant colors of his bike, and helmet.

Otherwise, if he kept a certain personality, he was a full fledged gangster.

Only problem is that he had to keep up with which territories belong to which gang, and try not to get fucked up.

He was too focused on his phone to noticed the quiet rumble of an Aprilia behind him.

"Boo." Puffer said as he rolled up next to John.

John thought his mission was going to at least be harder than driving somewhere, and the exact guy he wanted to talk to falling practically on his lap.

"I recognize that helmet, what are you doing here? Thought Smit would keep you away from West Garfield." Puffer was talkative, not like that was a bad thing.

"Actually, I came to talk to you, I just didn't think you'd find me first." John turned towards Puffer, who had his helmet tilted in a way that the light reflected perfectly off his visor.

"Ohhh~" Puffer said, "Smit not enough for you?"

"Thats not what I meant." John rested his forehead in his hand. "It is about Smit though."