Few months passed. Dave did some jobs. He and BAKA saw some messed up shit. Shit that Dave found messed up, but not BAKA. It was all normal to him.

"Just brush it off, fam." or "Just a another day, bruv."

For a few weeks BAKA strung Dave along. Many long nights...

The other bag was a duffel bag.

Dave didn't dare open it until he had privacy. He stepped quickly. The plastic bag coiled and digging into his fingers. The  duffel bag he carried, slung over his right shoulder. He gripped the strap with all the might of his right hand and...