Ray leaned against a tree several yards away from the estate. He held a cigarette in his paw. Ray shook his head, and spoke. "Well...you're in the big league now, Acon. I'm happy for you...I'd...I'd really like to see you again...but...I don't know how you'd feel." He took a long drag, and dropped the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and walked away. He'd barely made rent this week, and was scrabbling for work. His heists were cut short, as he noticed more and more stores payed protection to the Society and the Loviens. Ray stopped at a bench, and sighed.