Ray parked the van, and unloaded the money, weapons, and whatever else was in the van. When he entered his home, a few well dressed furs were seated comfortably around his home, their weapons sitting nearby. One in particular, wearing a blank mask, stood, and smiled. "Ray, my child! You've returned, with my money I assume."
Ray sighed, and nodded, handing over the bulging duffle-bag. "Here, sir. One-hundred and fifty thousand unmarked bills."
The figure nodded, and sighed. "Good, but you're short. Tell you what, hand over everything you own, and we'll be square. Should amount up to the twenty-five thousand you're short."
Ray blinked, and took a step back. "Y-You'll just...t-take everything, i-in exchange for my sister?" He thought, very briefly, before nodding. "Fine. Take everything." Ray even took the ring from his finger, and the clothes off his back.
The figure, the secret mobster known as the Zambian, smiled behind the white porcelain. "Good, she's outside. Might wanna get her some help, though. She's not doing too well."
Ray ran outside, and searched around. When he spotted his sister, he picked her up. "D-Don't worry, s-sis. I've got you now." He started towards the hospital, as a large white limousine sped away, and Ray's apartment, with everything inside, erupted into a fireball. Ray continued towards the hospital, foregoing his decency for his sister's safety. "W-Wen you get well, y-you're goin' back to mom's."