Unicorn looked over to the five bags of marijuana placed by his bedside. After his intense meeting with his new boss, having a gun pointed to his face didn't phase him. He knew to work for this man was temporary, it was enough to keep him housed in a non-descript Brookstone basement. The landlord was Greek and ran an illegal gambling place on the second floor. Unicorn got up, carefully tucking the bags into his inside breast pocket, and walked up the basement stairs into the glaring summer heat of Brooklyn. He quickly found his way towards the local college, heading towards the local cafe in hopes to find some desperate freshman looking to score.