"Hey, Kinnerton. I hope you know what you're doing, fella."

Kinnerton was in the middle of pulling a job. He was with Frankie and Benny. Supposedly someone had just tipped off the cops, and that was about to fuck everything up for them. They were in the middle of robbing a corner store, when they heard sirens coming down the road. Someone had definitely just tipped off the cops on them. Those mother fuckers.

Kinnerton really hated the cops. With a burning passion. It was the cops that killed his father, back in Los Angeles. Now he was working in Philly, for Godfather HeartBreakRidge and Don Rufino. They took him in, and they really did give a shit about him. So Kinnerton wanted to pay them back by pulling any job they wanted him to pull. 

It was Don Rufino that had gotten Kinnerton to get few gangsters together, and rob the corner store down on West Street, 34th. Kinnerton agreed, so he called on Frankie and Benny to come help him get the job done. Both men was on Kinnerton's payroll, but Benny was too much of a hot head to listen any kind of orders.

"Shut the fuck up, Frankie. Of course I know what I'm fucking doing. You just keep watch outside, and tell Benny to have the car ready to go when I pull my ass out of here. Don't disappoint me now, guy."

Kinnerton went inside of the corner store, and came running back out a few minutes later. Apparently, someone knew they was coming.

"Get the fucking car ready! Let's go!"