It was a late night when Bottles recieved a call from unknown number, a voice telling him to drive straight to the docks, the voice said Bottles might like what he will see.
 

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Today Bottles had good revenue, he just started thinking about increasing his crew's profits and what could he do to get out of the comfort zone.
Bottles was sitting at the local bar, drinking his beloved Jack Daniels and playing with his fingers, as he quit smoking he didn't really know how to keep his fingers busy when not pulling the trigger.
He liked thinking about his future and was waiting for a change, those type of days when your thoughts taking you away from the real world.

Bottles went out from the bar to breath the begining of the night's fresh air, after spending there some hours, who even counts, his mind was clear, he was sober but his breath smell like alcohol.
The bartender opened the door of the bar looking for Bottles, "Somebody's asking for you on the phone" He said.
Bottles went inside the bar wondering who might be searching for him, as his crew knew where to find him, and nobody else should even know about his existense.
As he picked up the phone, the voice on the other side said that he knows who Bottles is, and he might be interested in an offer. The voice was deep, as a heavy smoker, somebody who have seen few things in his life. "Meet me at the docks, you will like what you will see" He said and hang up.
Bottles slowly took the phone away from his ear wondering who the hell this guy was, and why he was searching for him.

Bottles then decided to call to Nighttrid, as they were crew mates, and getting closer, he might give him some advice, or even go over the docks together.