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Where's Gunna?

Wednesday, September 20th. 11:55 A.M.

"Aight, so give me the rundown Brook." Gunna demanded. I really can't take him seriously right now with this big ass suit he has on. I giggled just by thinking of how ridiculous he looks. "What the fuck is funny?" he asked raising his tone. "Nothing... I'm sorry." I said awkwardly. "You're gonna act as if you're a gardener. While walking through the alley pretending as if you're going to the front of the credit union, you're gonna spray Julio and his coworker with the insecticide and take the money then enter the sewer line from the manhole. We'll also use these walkie talkies to communicate with each other."

"Good, you got it." he replied.

"And you're supposedly gonna open the manhole by yourself?" I asked.

"Obviously. And if not, I have a cantilever hook with me. What you think I'm not strong enough? Matter fact don't even answer that we don't have time for that shit it's almost noon. I'll let you know my every other move to keep you updated on what's going on, aight? I gotta go before they get here. Hopefully, I just blend in with the other workers. I'll hit you soon." he said while getting out of the car. I rolled my eyes when he exited out of the car.

"Wait!" I grabbed one of those walkie-talkies from out of the glove compartment. "You left yours." I handed it to him while he smirked at me.

"Thank you." he replied while trying to rush to the back of the credit union. I drove off fast leaving him behind. He's been making me mad all morning in all honesty. He's been really angry and been talking to me out the side of his neck. 

I don't know what's gotten into him. Maybe I'm now actually getting to see how he really is. Why would I believe that he's a good dude? He choked me on the first night he met me. I just don't get it. The day before yesterday, everything was fine. Everything was good. Everything felt perfect. That's what I get for believing in something like that.

While I was driving to the meetup point, all I could do was think. If anyone knows me, they should know one thing I hate is having to hear my own thoughts.

One hand was on the steering wheel while the other was reaching for my bottle of percocets. I felt my hand run across everything but the bottle. I feared that it had fallen under the seats because I didn't want to be seen getting out of the car when I stopped. I also didn't wanna stick my head under a seat while driving, making it 100x more likely for me to have a head-on collision. I just left it alone. I think I can go a couple of hours or so without taking my pills.

I finally reached my destination. Now all I have to do is wait for him to call on me. He said he'll come on the walkie-talkie when Julio and his coworker arrive on the scene, before he takes the money, after he takes it, when he opens the manhole, and when he's near the meetup point. That's a lot of times he gonna call.

2 minutes went past and I was bored already. I'm not used to stuff like this. Having shit planned out months ahead, waiting on my partner to do one thing while I'm doing another, let alone work with anyone else period. This shit just wasn't my style but for some reason, I was just with the shits.

I kinda miss being at the casino. Even though sometimes I don't really like working for Carlos, rather it's me being the hitman or the bartender at Seneca, I like working with Erika. I wish I would've grown closer to her. I've never had that female best friend type of relationship. Bitches be hating and been hating since I was a youngin, I could never trust that shit. But Erika never gave off that type of vibe. She's so sweet and down to earth and she with the shits just like me. I really want to talk to her, she knows how to make me laugh. I guess a phone call wouldn't hurt, would it?

I pulled out my phone from my front pocket. Struggling a little bit to get it because my pants were so tight but I had finally got it out after fidgeting with it. I unlocked my phone and began to FaceTime her. The phone rang for about a couple of seconds, then she finally picked up all shocked.