Thank you. I will contact you if I'll need your services again. he said, offering a healthy roll of money. Once the deal was done, Colt and a couple of his bodyguards grabbed alcohol barrels. All that was left to do was to deliver it to his friend William's place and make the profit. Business was good and the money was flowing in, everything went to plan. He passed along the barrel he was holding to one of his men and asked them to go drop it off at Will's place. He had things to do.

A few moments later, he found himself in front of the tall, skyscraper looking building standing in the middle of Seattle. It was the spot his friend, with benefits some would say, Richard had chosen to settle down his HQ. He walked in and walked up the many flight of stairs that led to the top floor. He took a pause halfway there, wincing as he grabbed his back. Fuck. Old problems. They were starting already. 

Once he got to the top, he took a moment to catch his breath back and looked over the corridor. It was nice, clean and classic. There were pictures hanging on the wall, showing off nice views, huge mountains or quiet houses in a field. The decor was completed with little tables filled with weirdly green plants and a mustard yellow paper wall melting with a wine red carpet. He pull his shirt back and forth to create air and cool down a little before entering the office. He had to look good for his Richy. 

Knock knock knock. 

Almost immediately, the door opened and he was greeted by a big, muscled man in black. The bodyguard quickly recognized him and let him step in.

So good to see you bab... brother. he said, giving him a hug. You got some time? Grab ya jacket, I got something we got to deal with. Some kind of midget mob gang trying to intercept and sell our alcohol. We gonna go beat em up.