Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

Four men stood around the kitchen table in complete silence while the grandfather clock ticked away. Each man was focused on the two handguns on the table, and the small bundle of cash they had managed to pool together before leaving Los Angeles for Philadelphia. It wasn't much but it was a start at the very least.

They were all content sitting in silence and mulling over the decision to leave their hometown, but the silence didn't get them any closer to the answers they wanted, nor did it get them back to being active earners in the streets. They had moved for a reason, and each one was eager to get back to work, but they had to wait for the final decision. Each one of them knew that, and their attention slowly turned one at a time to the man standing beside the window in the next room over.

“So, Droopy… What now?” The eldest of the entourage knew that none of the others were willing to break the silence first, so he went ahead and did it for them. It was the question on everyone’s mind after all.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock…

The four men in the kitchen shared glances and muttered quietly among one another as Droopy remained silent after the question had been asked. None of them spoke loud enough for him to hear them, but he already knew they were discussing what their next move should be, and even questioning if the move was the right decision at the end of the day.

Droopy let out a quiet huff before turning to address the men.
“We go back to what we know. What we’re good at. We might be new in this city but we’ve already met a few people who can point us in the right direction.”

He turned away from the window in the loungeroom and walked over to join the men in the kitchen. He motioned toward the cash on the table before speaking once again.

“Take half of the cash and go and find out what you can about the car scene in the city. We need a contact that can boost cars and a contact that can get rid of the boosted cars once we’re done with them.” His attention rises from the cash and he stares into the eyes of each man in the room, one at a time, before speaking again.

“The other half of the cash is going toward finding the routes we need to peddle on to make more cash… I’ll handle that.”

No one questioned the words that were spoken. A plan had been made, and it was time to execute it… It was time to start fresh in the city of Philadelphia.