"How much you willing to give for this piece?" Frobes asked the customer, who he knew very well. His informants for the last few weeks has been telling him how this man has been desperate for some coke. "Anything I have on me right now, will do?" The customer replied, showing up $5,000 in hand. Frobes looks at it, very disappointed, telling him, "That's not enough, not for coke. That shit is expensive... I'll tell you what, I'll give you extra on what the family 'Ray of The Sun' is doing, you can tell yours about it." He was trying so hard, to think of a fake family name to use, as he runs the business of fake information. "Who is that? I never fucking heard of them. That's beyond bull-shit!" The customer would rage on. 

Luckily, one of his employees, Michael Fornest would come by, giving the customer a full bio on the family, describing how they came from Cleveland, Ohio. "Oh, I can assure you. They got some good drugs, not even Las Vegas as the shit they have. They call it, 'weed'." Michael would tell him, pretty much leaving at that, as he'd leave the office. "Anyways, night Frobes!" Michael yelled as he left the door, going to the left, which would take him to the grand hall of the station. "Oh, is that so? I guess I can try it. I'll get you $20,000 the day after, I need to make that money up." The customer was willing to trade anything for this new drug. Frobes knows for a fact, that none of the states even has made it, he heard of it being used in the Congo, so he filled it on the fake family's bio before opening his illegal shop. "Sir, you got yourself a deal." He'd happily reply, because good business, makes good money. "Give me the $5K now, and I can give you the information on Coke prices." He declared. It was so simple, but so hard to lure him in. The customer would give him the money, as they'd both exchange what they wanted, Frobes got the money. While the customer got the most realistic-fake information. "Have a good day!~" He'd happily cheer, not for the customer, of course. The customer, left the office, with fake information, while Frobes put the money in the safe, not counting how much each employee will get the cut.

Frobes loved the business, being a washed-up detective in the force, he had friends with info, informants as he called them. This business was very risky to street-smart people, but he took his chances. If he ever needed to run, he was in a Police Station after all. During one of the gang-wars the Police Station was in ruins, although most of the building itself was stable. But he's been on the flip-side lately. After being threatened by Frankie and the Lucania Crime family, he really needed to make sure he'd get the right buyer, just to start some serious beef. "Hell, I might of been able to sell Frankie where here goat would of been, I really could of made her pay, 5 million bucks to get it back? I could of got 7." He took that into thought.

"Well, that looks likes the Rush-Hour is over..." He told himself, it was getting real late in the afternoon, an hour past noon. He would of hoped he can close before anyone else came, with the obvious thought however, for someone to arrive in his business.

Beyond that, he thought of one other thing, "God, how can Frankie even make a threat of putting bunnies in room, while hes sleeping?!? I'm allergic to bunnies and rabbits... That won't do."