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Kane @The Briefing:
Kareem, Marco and I sat in the office waiting on the rest of the crew to get in. It's the day of the drop and I had that familiar adrenaline pumping thru my veins. It's been a while since I felt this feeling. When Im in this mode I switch like a light.
I looked to my right to see Marco with his leg rapidly bouncing. He's been off since the night of the wedding. Constantly arguing with Angel to the point he's been in my spare bedroom for the past 2 nights.
"You aight bro?" I asked. He broke out of his daydream. He cleared his throat and his rapid leg bouncing halted.
He shifted in his seat before nodding his head to my question.
"You sure? you seem zoned out"
"Still taking in all this shit happening around me."
"How's Angel?" He rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't know, don't care honestly"
"That's yo wife bro."
"Kane not right now. Im trying to stay in a focused head space, the last thing I want to do is think about the bullshit with Angel"
I threw my hands up backing off. "My bad"
I turned my focus to Kareem. He was occupied on his phone but I wanted to get info on the progress of his task.
"You ain't tell me the plan on how you will get close to Lawson's wife"
He looked up at me and slid his phone in his pocket. I noticed the playful smirk he gave. "I found out what gym she goes to. She be at the 24 hour planet fitness around 5am. So I've been coincidentally showing up the same time she's been there. We on a Hi and bye basis but this morning, she spoke to me a lil mo. Ima get that don't even worry bout' it" he confidently spoke.
Before I can speak the office door opened and Dikhan walked in, followed by the rest of the crew. He held his usual dismissive posture. Since He's been avoiding Tavia the past few days because he's still pissed, We're definitely seeing that detachment from reality side of him.
"Yall know the routine. We show up, play nice and get broke off. Rookies? This ain't play time. Don't speak unless spoken to, don't touch unless I tell you to and whatever you do, don't fucking stare. Lobos don't play the funny shit. If he speaks to you or tells you to do something, do it. I promise I won't save yo ass if you do anything to piss him off. Let's go make this money" he walked out the office and we all followed suit.
"How does this shit work" Marco whispered to me as we trailed behind the others, leaving warehouse.
"See all that shit they loaded in the van?" He nodded confirming before I continued.
"That's money. Lobos money. He's the international dealer. We turn in our cut and he break us off. D makes twice the amount when he sell the product cause he double it. A lot of the international shit he sell gets brought in bulks by local club owners who pass that shit thru. This nigga be making hundreds of thousands off 500k re-ups from Lobos."
