This will be short chapter and future ones will be off the SR2 missions.

The boss sat alone, legs crossed, on the stairs of the purgatory. He was soon spotted one of his newest lieutenant he just recruited. Shaundi walked in holding something in her hand behind her back.

Shaundi: "Hey, I got you a present."

She revealed a light bulb she was hiding.

Boss: "A light bulb, just what I always wanted..."

Shaundi: "Come on, you think I'd just give you a light bulb?"

She smashed it on the stair railing.

Boss: "A face shredder, just what I always wanted..."

Shaundi: "Smoke this."

Boss: "Ever hear of a pipe?"

Shaundi: "Pipes cost money - money that can be used for drugs or shoes."

He shrugged and inhaled the fumes. She sat next to him crossing her ankles.

Boss: "What is it?"

Shaundi: "It's the Son of Samedi's number one product. They call it Loa Dust."

Boss: "But you smoke it."

Shaundi: "They suck at marketing, what can I say? The point is that this s*** is all over campus... I mean, frats are buyin' it by the pound. If we get enough of the stuff we might find out how to make it ourselves."

Boss: "And then we sell it for cheaper and steal their market."

Shaundi: "Exactly."

Boss: "How much stuff we talkin'?"

Shaundi: "I dunno, 3 pounds? Two for science, one for the weekend?"

Boss: "I can live with that."

The boss left to the garage. He settled on his signature purple hammerhead. The key turned and the engine purred. After a few seconds he pulled out to the street and burned rubber. His phone rang and he checked the caller ID and answered.

Shaundi: " Listen, when you get to SU, be careful when you're taking on the Sons of Samedi."

"I'm not scared of gang bangers"

Shaundi: "They're not just gang bangers, these guys are outta their damn mind. For God's sake, they're named after the vodoun lord of the dead."

"Shaundi, I don' know how to break this to you, but you're in a gang called the Saints. Names don't mean s***."

Shaundi: "Just be careful, okay?"

"I didn't know you cared, Shaundi. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He thought about her last comment a bit more.

"Careful? Is she really worried, does she not know what I did before I was in a coma?"

He put the thought aside and contined to the campus to the dealers. The boss easily cleared out the the dealers and collected the dust. He returned to his car and phoned Shaundi.

"Hey Shaundi, I got the dust."

Shaundi: "You got great timing; I just got a tip that Mark Gabby is slinging nearby. The guy brings in a lot of money for the Samedi... taking him out should hurt them pretty bad."

He pulled up to the location and saw Mark. The man took off soon seeing the boss sporting the saints colors. The boss expected this so he stayed right on his trail. Neglecting to watch the road and having his eyes glued to the rear view mirror he crashed into the center fountain. Stumbling out of the car he took off running. The boss quickly found him and put a few bullets in his chest. He got to his car and called Shaundi again.

"Thanks for the tip Shaundi, Gabby's been taken care of."

Shaundi: "Good times. Now get me the dust, and I can start working on our little science project."

They regrouped and the boss happily handed over the dust.

Shaundi: "Thanks man, you want to help me finish the first pound."

Boss: "No I have stuff to do, don't finish all of that you still need to find out whats in that."

Shaundi: "Its cool if I run out you can get me some more."

Boss: "What ever behave yourself and stay out of trouble."

She smiled as she lit up. He watched and smiled back. He left back upstairs as she kept smoking and laid out on the couch.

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The General: "Gentlemen, how was business today?"

Veteran Child: "Here's today's take..."

The General: "There are many singles where 50s should be..."

Veteran Child: "Yeah, about that... I couldn't get a hold of some of my guys."

The General: "These men steal from The General?"

Veteran Child: "No, I'm not sayin' they're stealin'."

Veteran Child: "[To Mr. Sunshine] Yo, Papa Shango, I'm talkin' to The General."

Mr. Sunshine: "On the streets you may be a popular DJ, Veteran Child, but when you're in this car you'd do well to remember your place."

Veteran Child: "My place?"

The General: "My friends, please, be civil. Veteran Child, look into the matter of the missing money... if one of your bag boys is indeed alive, take one of his hands... I doubt he will be late again. If he is not alive, I think we have a greater problem."

Veteran Child: "You want me to cut off some dude's hand?"

The General: "If he stole from me, he needs to learn."

Veteran Child: "Yeah, that makes, erm... sense."

Mr. Sunshine: "Is there a problem?"

Veteran Child: "No! I mean, it's no problem, I got this."

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