FlexxMitchell stepped off the plane in New York and took a look at the scene. Not knowing what he would be facing, he had an open ticket to return if the vibe wasn’t right. It had been years since his father had been slain, and his mother ran off with him the one son he had while living this dangerous life, and knowing what the outcome could be. He had it set up for his family to escape if anything drastic would occur and it did. Young Flexx was with his mother, stewing over the events as he grew into a young hustler himself. Some say he was just like his father, but a young version with a few more skills and smarts. His father had a small nest egg for his family in case of bad dealings, so they can get a fresh start and come up. Young Flexx’s mother definitely had the hustle skills being with her late husband, she had to get her feet wet once in a while. Flexx would help his mother hustlin overseas where they resided and got very good with it. He had a knack, so his skill would transfer perfectly. He had a small chunk of change from his own hustle as well as from his mother, just to get him started. He definitely would touch a few of his father's spots. And maybe reconnect with some old friends. You could say it was Flexx back in the streets. Ready for the world, whatever it had to offer. He stepped off into the terminal and there was no one to greet him. He wasn’t trying to make an entrance, he needed to do a few things to get himself situated. He walks out the front, and stops short at the stairs before hailing a cab. He lights the cigarette and enjoys the moment. Maybe the only peace he will see for the moment. He takes a few puffs and makes his way down the stairs to hail a cab. Just at that moment a cab pulls up. It looked to be a hustler himself. Smoking a phat blunt and playing music on a portable radio. Just the right tune that caught Flexx’s ear. The cab stops right in front of Flexx as he stops short and steps back. 

“Yooooooooo!!”

Flexx says as he makes his move. 

“Ah bruh, my bad. You look like you just landed and needed a ride, so I swooped up on ya. Name is Scoot, proper ta meet ya.”

The hustler says as he hops out and opens the door. He passes the blunt to Flexx as he grabs his bags and puts them in the vehicle. Flexx hops in the back seat. The guy almost hit him, but seemed to be not a problem, and he was looking for connections anyway, so why not see what this dude was all about, plus he had a car and the weed on deck. Two necessities Flexx would need on this venture.  

“Ok, good looking on the blunt too. Know where I can get some quantity?”

Flexx says as he hits the blunt and passes it back to Scoot. 

“Brother, you come see me after you get settled and I hook you up nice. You gonna need a vehicle if you wanna make real moves”

Scoot says as he grabs the blunt and takes a few puffs before passing it back to Flexx. 

“Here that's all you, take it to the neck, only a little somn of what I got Bruh”

Flexx takes the blunt, sits back and enjoys the ride and the tunes. He had a few contacts in the city, also a few old buddies he still kept in touch with that were already making moves. 

“So where ya staying at young blood?”

Scoot says as he continues down the road. One of Flexx’s uncles had a spot laid out for him. It was a nice one bedroom with an office attached. Yes it was in the hood, right where he could start making moves and getting his name back out there. It wouldn’t be easy but he was going to make it happen. 

“Over there in Brooklyn at the Mitchell estates. It’s a bit low budget but will do for me to start.” 

 Flexx says as he hits the blunt and watches the activity as they continue down the road to his destination. 

“I’m over in Manhattan myself. Hit me up and we can hook up, maybe I can help you out a bit.”

Scoot says as he makes his way into the city, just then he pulls out another blunt and lights it. 

“Ah yea, brother, that good Ganja.” 

Scoot says as they bend a few blocks on the way to the crib. After a nice drive from the airport, they arrive at the location and pull into the driveway. There were a few hoods chillin in the area, and a couple of thugs posted up on the stoop of the property. Scoot hops out and grabs the bags out the vehicle and walks them up the steps. Flexx hops out and follows. He gives Scoot some dap.

“I be gett’n wit ya. Hold it down”

He says as Scoot made his way back to his vehicle.