When the call came Baka picked up. Usually he didn't take orders. did things his way.

But this time he conceded.

"You need to stop in Las Vegas. there's someone you need to take with you. The Cambridge Kid."

More than anything else... it was curiosity. The Cambridge Kid. What a name Baka thought. Sure. He'd take him along.

The barrel chested man had implied that The Cambridge Kid would prove useful against the Dockside King. Baka kissed his teeth. Who could help him with this job? He was better off doing it alone. Last time he had two pussios with him and they had just gotten him killed.

Dying wasn't as bad as Baka had thought. It hurt at first. But then he felt free and light. Floated into the air. And then God told him, go back down. It's not your time yet. you're not yet done.

Not done. It wasn't over. He still had to take care of this business by the 

Seaside Rest

. Still had to dispose of this scumbag known as The Dockside King. But before all that he had to stop in Vegas and pick up the Cambridge Kid.

Only thing was when he arrived he got another phone call.

"You need to drive a bit further. He's in Reno now."