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driving, the bright colored biker was flying through the alleys and courts of the dirty boondocks of LA. Even when crossing the roads he didn't slow down speed, driven only by his high skill of riding and gaming instinct. Anyway, it was a perfect time for that. The cocaine cloud accident had cleaned the streets, so it was more or less easy.
    Not far from his destination, when crossing another road, an unexpected car came out in front of the biker. It appeared suddenly, just before the entrance of the alley where he was heading. In the moments going around that vehicle JB noticed two men inside. It looked like they were looking for a parking spot. The gangster wasn’t sure why, but that Impala seemed familiar. The speed took back his attention, and that sudden thought of suspicion got lost among hundreds of others.
    The industrial water channel appeared in a few more blocks. JB moved along it now. Soon that way led him to the spot of the agreement. Despite some inconvenience on the road, the gangster got to the bridge first. He came from the sideway in case the main entrance was under surveillance.
    After switching off the engine he pulled out his phone to watch the GPS location of the rest of the group. JB's eyes got glued to the screen, everything looked right: the cars made a few spins around their block after which they went on their way towards their destination. Mostly both vehicles kept together, but at one point, suddenly, the Ford stopped near some alley, leaving the van alone. It waited for a few seconds, then went on to catch up.
    It was one p.m. already. The van’s front appeared from the corner of main entrance. The product arrived. The pickup truck went in right after. The whole of JB’s team was there, and Big Dog’s men seemed to be late. It took a lot to make JB nervous, but that time he was pretty close. While his boys were parking the cars properly, Bridgers took out the gun and charged it up. Then he took out the holder to put an extra bullet in it. The clip went back into its place, and the gun went behind JB’s back.
    The cars’ engines stayed active all the time. The only person who didn't come out was the van’s driver. He had even never even loosened up the grip on the steering wheel. The gangsters grouped up to wait for other gang. Jerry checked Tyris’ eyes thoroughly, something was worrying him in that look. Somehow he felt wrong about that Ford's stop. But he didn't say a thing, all of them were quiet.
    Ten minutes passed. The Lincoln Navigator showed up from the main entrance, the Hummer was right behind it. Big Dog’s crew arrived. The SUVs stopped, keeping some distance from JB’s guys. The gangsters left their vehicles. All of them wore respirators, so it was hard to recognize any of them. Dog went forward.
    After JB made sure that all of them were out of the cars, he stepped forward too. They shook hands and the deal went on.
    “Everything ready?” Dog asked.
    Jerry nodded at the van.
    “Full and loaded, all yours. Green?”
    As a response Big Dog gave a look to one of his men to come along.
    “Shall we?” Dog said.
    They went to the van where Big Dog had to check the content. Markus opened the side door. Dog looked inside, lingered for a while. He was counting. Then he turned back to JB.
    “All there. Cool,” a slight smile appeared on his face.
    “Your turn,” JB said.
    “As we agreed,” Dog nodded to his associate.
    The guy passed the suitcase. The boss-gangster landed the case on the Ford’s hood, opened it up and turned to JB. The money stuffed the case fully. JB took one of the lowest packs, somewhere in the center, unpacked it and looked through the bills to make sure they were genuine. Then he put it back and nodded in agreement. The black gangster closed the suitcase and passed it on.
    “Two point three?” JB asked.
    “Two point three,” Dog answered joyfully.
    The biker took the case with his left hand and knocked on the van twice with his right. That was a