-1A car pulled into an abandoned alley where cats roamed like free men. The dimmed headlights sent the cats scattering as stepping out of the car was Brock Bones. The breezy air whistled eerily as Brock stared off, fear dripping off his face like ice water.
"Relax Bones, it's only me." Startled, Brock turned jerkily to see the solemn face of Quentin Glass.
"How many times am I supposed to tell you this Quint? I'm not with you guys anymore!" As Bones turned away, Quentin grabbed him firmly by the shoulder.
"Maybe a quick bite to eat will change your mind," suggested Glass with an unnerving nonchalance. Bones turned only to find the barrel of a handgun pointed at his forehead. Johnny Barini glared back at Bones through his shades.
"We're not asking you to do anything you fucking pig shit. Get your ass in the diner now." A coward as always, Bones backed away and walked into the nearby 24-hour diner up ahead.
After a quick meal of steak burgers, onion rings, chocolate malts, coffee, and cherry pie, Bones once again had to deal with the situation in front of him.
"What the hell do you guys want from me anyway?" asked Bones with extreme frustration. Glass sighed with contempt.
"Do I have to remind you how you got where you were? Remember that you were just a two-timing bum destined to eat meals from toilets before Vinnie offered to take up your sorry shit and make you respectable." Bones swallowed hard and subsequently took more drinks of coffee.
"I have a chick now. I got a house. I got respect. I don't want to do anymore favors." Bones downed the cup of coffee with a nervous speed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm heading out." Bones hurried out of the door and opened the door to his car.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Bones looked around and saw Glass with Johnny again. Perturbed and frustrated, Bones charged back at the duo.
"Listen here you assholes! I'm not going to do anymore jobs so go please fuck yourself and leave me alone goddamnit!" Glass grinned and signaled Johnny to do something. Suddenly, Bones's car exploded into the air in a spire of fire, the columns lighting up the dull alley.
"Jesus! What the hell--" At that moment, Glass grabbed Brock by the collar and forcibly shoved him against a nearby brick wall.
"Now you listen to me!" threatened Glass, "I've been tired of your whining. You don't understand do you? We're not asking for a request. This is a goddamn order. If you're not going to hear me out, I'll gladly sell my secrets to the DEA. They'll throw your sorry carcass in jail and you'll get your little cherry ass ripped apart." Terrified of the blackmail, Bones began pleading for his life.
"Okay! Okay! I'll do anything you want! I swear just don't throw me in the dog pound!" Glass let go of Bones who promptly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I want some information on the murders of Eddie and Joe Providence," ordered Glass coldly. Bones nodded his head fearfully.