*I shake my head.* "I don't mean trash as in 'this-is-messy'...I mean like, they'll burn it to the ground." *I look at Jacob.* "The Society doesn't work like that. The Society just is. I don't know who answers to who. And if we killed Ronnie...they'd hunt me down like an animal." *I stand up, and walk down the street a ways, until I pick a random bench, and curl up underneath it. My phone rings again.*
"H-Hello?"
"Ray man! It's Ronnie! How's it going?"
"R-Ronnie, hey."
"Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Drake and Bull got iced"
"Do we know who?"
"Some guy...he's pretty close to your little shop, y'know. I'd be careful."
"*Sigh*...Listen, Ronnie. I just got word from Tel Amri that Bull owed you fifty thousand."
"Yeah, man. You want me to send you my account info, so's you can transfer the money?"
"T-That's just it...I don't have the cash. The guy that bumped Bull and Drake took it...I think he's funding his own operations."
"By tagging the Society? Dude's nuts! Anyway, Ray. Try and get me my cash, a'ight? I don't want a repeat of Victor, do you understand?"
"Yes....bye, Ronnie."
"Later, Ace."
*The call ends, and I curl up under the bench, burying my face in my knees.*